– Soumithra M S
Grief
“I’ll call you when I land”- said Dad
I woke up from my dream
the phone still lay silent.
Loneliness
A round table-
smell of coffee
rolls of laughter
me at the square table.
Joy
“Submitted”-
The computer screen smiled,
illuminating.
Fear
Hotel room-
moonless night
corridor of uncertainty
shuffle of feet.
CONTRIBUTOR SPOTLIGHT
Soumithra M S
Soumithra M S has a Master’s in English Studies with a minor focusing on Development Studies from IIT Madras. Her research interests include migration studies, gender studies and the role that religion, caste and class play in these fields. She also enjoys reading and writing and scribbles micro poems when she finds time.
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