Migration, Exile…these are men’s words. Women have always been torn up like rice seedlings to be......

Some rats have been trying very hard to get inside our home. They’ve chewed through exhaust......

The day begins with endings. A message confirms the collapse of an arched fantasy. The news......

“In the heart of darkened nights, my mother became my hope. With a gaze both warm......

Bride of time,Death, stood at the foot of my coffin,Unloved and unmoved,A study in shades of......

Sakhi, if only he had let me know Enlightenment is why Swami went It’s a thing......

Say “home”—but never namethe village of your birth,ancestors purgedfrom its silent orchards. Say “once”—but not that......

Visual Narrative Liminal Gali A visual witness from the terrace of an ancestral house in Eruvadi,......

Not everyone knows my name at the protest site. But they do know that I know......

I picked up the baby girl. She wasn’t breathing. 2:30 in the morning, roughly. The labour......