InThe PubbySanchita Sengupta·Jun 17How are you?A conclusion that is as absolute and as painfully inevitable as death itselfA response icon1A response icon1
InILLUMINATIONbySanchita Sengupta·May 11The AccountantsOh, my son, when the accountants arrive,A response icon2A response icon2
InWomen WritebySanchita Sengupta·Apr 1I Wanted YouYou ask, “What is waiting?”A response icon5A response icon5
InQuirky RantsbySanchita Sengupta·Mar 28Teach meHow, forgetting everything, leaving everything behind, to endlessly flow on…
InThe PubbySanchita Sengupta·Mar 26Let’s save the rest for tomorrow“Do you really love me?”A response icon1A response icon1
InNo TimebySanchita Sengupta·Mar 22The MarginsVerses Left to the SilenceA response icon2A response icon2
InWomen WritebySanchita Sengupta·Mar 3History, What Gender Are You?Midnight bed, scent of sweat, a shadow slips away,
