‘l(a (1958)’, in all its obscure glory, holds the many reasons readers shy away from poetry.

My mind is a battlefield; I try not to yield. When the past and present collide. I can do nothing but hide. I wait for the scars to fade...

Till about 10-15 years ago, women’s cricket was the shadow of the flame: men’s cricket. Today, it’s more than just the silhouette even...