Yearly Archives: 2021

An endless highway. A lone man, Ikbir Kaur, hesitantly walks along the dusty pavement aided by a mystical tinge of twilight. The jingling coins in...

As a soothing signrivers flow unpollutedinto our hearts,we are locked,where are our friends,neighbours, relatives…they went to the world of distancing,the mask wearing figuresroam around,quarantines,...

The Weaver Let me weavethe red and white rishathe black rigwnaiand connect to my womanhood, Let me weavethe pachra and achalcelebrate geometric motifsand connect to my...

This day isAll there ever was, all there is, all there will ever beFor, all tomorrows will be, all todays are, all yesterdays were,For...

A request by a prisoner for a pair of pants to be sent to him in jail might seem unremarkable. So it is, except that in this case, Fr. Stan Swamy, the one who pleaded for it, intended it not for himself but for a fellow prisoner who couldn’t afford to buy one.

Dear Reader , We hustle, we shuttle, we pant and we run behind. Hence, sometimes we forget to glance through things that we love -...

It was spring - Anisha’s favourite season. She went to the lawn of her house with a little thesaurus in her hand. She loved learning antonyms. Somehow, the ten-year-old girl was fascinated that everything in this world had its own opposite. Obedience and rebellion. Submissive and assertive. Conformity and non-conformity. Words were relational, she realised at an early age. Male had meaning only because of the existence of its opposite- female. Good was significant because of the presence of evil.