
These poems were born in the quieter seasons of Shikha's life - when writing was the only way she knew how to be heard. They are stitched together from a slow, aching heartbreak - the kind that lingers long after it's gone. When the heart longs for the same thing over and over,...

These poems were born in the quieter seasons of Shikha's life - when writing was the only way she knew how to be heard. They are stitched together from a slow, aching heartbreak - the kind that lingers long after it's gone. When the heart longs for the same thing over and over,...