I read the greatest ill of all is loneliness. I wonder if that’s a lie. For human heads keep hovering around me Like hordes of buzzing flies. Yet, who’ll help cure me of my distress? My castle-home beckons me near It’s shiny gloom I crave Upon it’s cosy, warmed-up bed I dream of being brave.…
My parents did not speak about this incident ever again, pretending it had never happened. However, they also did not force me to play with her. When my mother came into my room one night to kiss me good night, I apologised for hitting Emile. I could see that she was expecting me to do…
As an Indian female writer, creating Maya was a dream come true for Joyeeta. Maya is beautiful in her vulnerability, in her naivety and her overpowering passion for Anton. Although Maya dies at the very beginning when the story unfolds, it is her story from the beginning to the end. Joyeeta believes that every woman…