Author: Amrita Chowdhury

I do have the power to grant your wish, child Bring the old machine out of hiding, breathe magic into it And rewind the tape To a time when mistakes were limited to ink marks on a page To a time where you were yet to chart your path When unknowingly you were writing your…

Yet another monsoon passes by With the constant drilling of rain outside And waterlogged emotions brewing                                                                              …