The child and the angel (A story by Darshita, my 6-year-old niece)

Once upon a time there was a girl named Little Mermaid. She wanted to go to Mysore. She asked her father to take her to Mysore. But her father said no. Mermaid said why. Because I have no money for plane ticket. Then she went alone. She fell in a river and an Angel picked her up. Mermaid said thank you to Angel.

Bangalore Rains and Few Distorted Feelings (A Poem)

There are thousand suns/
A Million moons/
But, my earth is one/
The single raindrop is one/
The road wet in tears is one/
Leaves shivering in breeze stitches a life of unknown/
I am still there holding my pink umbrella under the pine groove of my plateau/
The paddy fields of untold stories/
Bursting and tearing apart what my innocence told me once/
Memories of my last wooden house on the tree top is what I carry with my sisters.