birdcalls in theneck of palingair betweenbuildings. song knotsin the silence beforenoise fromparking lots climbsinvisible stepsto terraces....

The leaves, they wail all night  The lament of yellowed leaves  is the mournful vigil of the......

There remains an orange peel map under my collarbones,By the time we meet, it will rot......

it has become     a reconciliation  this return to the jaws of the river        waters......

P: In your novel Valli, you have used the Paniya language, a language with no scripts.......

NMJ: As Deputy Transport Commissioner and AGM, KMRL, with a background in Humanities and Social Sciences,......

NMJ: How and why did you choose marine conservation? DK: I grew up in a coastal......