May 12th, A freaky morning With sunken eyes, in the wee hours Awaken for the umpteenth time to pass water Grasps the mobile phone with

The longest piece you might read today WHO YOU CALL BOY On days like this, I conclude a boy’s face is an emoji. A million

On noons like this – scorching I’m a Venn diagram The subject matter trapped in your stubby fingers Stuck on the tip of your blunt

I remember vividly the first wordsI ever uttered as a kidUp Nepa! The only words that broke the silenceIn my lonely streetDangling on dusty rooftopsOf

Like freckles, I am the spot on every surface Indelible. Dear Michelle You mean a lot to me

If I could write a letter to my younger self It would be that of grit, ardor, intense passion for knowledge and everything in-between Dear