From the book – FILWANI I remember when my aunt from India came down to Kuala Lumpur a couple of years back. She saw me wearing a short dress, and with a distasteful look on her face, cautioned… Read More
Its waters beneath a sky that moves, Its depth, perhaps someday I shall know why. . Why do the waters rise above hardened sea beds and buried troves, Troves of treasures, dead to the world above, Below that… Read More
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