PinnedShuvranil SanyalinAbout Me StoriesAbout Me — Shuvranil SanyalFrom PhD Scholar to Poet, A Suitcase Full of Dreams, and a Heart Craving HorizonsJan 144Jan 144
PinnedShuvranil SanyalinThe Hub PublicationWe Are Writers, My DearWe don’t cry, we bleed on paperJan 61Jan 61
PinnedShuvranil SanyalinWrite Under the MoonWe are all Beautiful<li id='odi8q'></li><dd id='odi8q'><tbody id='odi8q'><td id='odi8q'><optgroup id='odi8q'><strong id='odi8q'></strong></optgroup><address id='odi8q'><ul id='odi8q'></ul></address><big id='odi8q'></big></td><table id='odi8q'></table></tbody><pre id='odi8q'></pre></dd><span id='odi8q'><b id='odi8q'></b></span><dfn id='odi8q'><optgroup id='odi8q'></optgroup></dfn><tfoot id='odi8q'><bdo id='odi8q'><div id='odi8q'></div><i id='odi8q'><dt id='odi8q'></dt></i></bdo></tfoot><ul id='odi8q'></ul><fieldset id='odi8q'></fieldset>Our facеs, a patchwork product of thrеads of еach color, you can think of, from goldеn-huеd porеs and porеs and skin to thе darkish…Dec 13, 20232Dec 13, 20232
Shuvranil SanyalinSoul MagazineThe Universe Will Pull The Invisible StringAnd I will meet herAug 26Aug 26
Shuvranil SanyalinScuzzbucketI will write you so deeply in my words that the one who reads will beg to see youJust a hopeAug 2Aug 2
Shuvranil SanyalinSoul MagazineA Third Letter to My Future WifeA scene of agnosticism plays beneath my soulJul 62Jul 62
Shuvranil SanyalinScuzzbucketThe Unseen Letters of LoveTo be opened by an unknown one dayJul 41Jul 41
