Nila is barely into her twenties when we meet her, wandering through the underbelly of Berlin, trying to stitch herself into womanhood...

Something is broken— can you feel it too? I didn’t hear the snap though— did you ? That evening when we watched Beef — they were having...

Directed by Jagadish Raja | Rehearsed Reading at Jagriti Theatre " He that troubleth his own house shall inherit the wind, and the fool...

When inside a mad rush, you fail to feel your motion When the lungs squeeze but the air still lacks oxygenation Come to Fort Kochi. Park...

For a millennial parent of an eleven year old, watching Adolescence on Netflix seemed to be an urgent qualifying exercise, chided by the...

No matter how much you resist, there are days when love settles— like the thick, bitter sediment at the bottom of a coffee cup, the one...

The movie raced through my goddamn heart. No kidding. The story is the same—an old guy trying to redeem himself—but wait, no. That is not...

Marham  — true to its name. A salve. An echo of something deeper. An evening that refused to break — even when the skies did. It was a...

It has been almost a week since I watched this film. And in that time, I let it settle into me — like rain into the soft earth —...

A sultry afternoon— when sweat pools beneath your arms, a slow, nauseous psychedelia. Light fractures off the tarred road, glistens like...

All the blacks got washed today. She soaked them—     in warm,     lukewarm           water— gently. They puffed. Slowly   they rose. At...

A Tale of Awakening, Recognition, and Return What I encountered last evening was nothing short of a miracle—one not only of this...

बहुत ज़ोर से हँसती हो, बाप रे ऐसा कहाँ ससुराल में... पहली बार जब बहू बन के आई थी वो। अचानक से चुप हो गई थी उस दिन। शादी से पहले कई बार उस...

I felt numb— like a carcass, limp and graceless, laid on a slab of ice. A taxidermist hovered— clinical, exact, scraping away the...

Tourist Family Tourist Family  bravely enters the contentious terrain of illegal immigration— a subject that too often feels divisive and...

I waited— for Eternity , for Love , for that soft touch that grazes the blades of grass, like dew on a cold winter night— quiet, tender,...

Bookstores overwhelm me all the time in a way a library doesn't. Inside the aisles of a library, I find a sense of continuum that is...

The morning news broke gently, like frost on glass: Ten people injured in downtown Boulder— raising their voices for Israeli hostages in...

Saturday it stopped raining after a spell of ten days. Bangalore had the shine back on its dust again. As the afternoon progressed into...

Clad in his crisp kurta with just a hint of pink— a pink stolen from the flamingoes I once saw gliding the altiplano laguna of Chile—...