What weeping face is that looking from the window? Why does it stream those sorrowful tears? Is it for some burial place, vast and dry? Is it to wet the soil of graves? This poem is written in free ...

In Mainland China, Chennai’s culinary grace, A symphony of flavors, a harmonious embrace. Crispy corn cubes, golden nuggets of delight, In every bite, a crispy, sweet respite. A culinary journey, ...

Food and poetry often tell stories. Whether it’s a family recipe passed down through generations or a poem that recounts a personal experience, both convey narratives that connect people to their past ...