I want to hear the music of summer. A music of yesteryears that is unadorned and......

A mountain pine in the plains. How did it come in this unfrequented alley? How does......

The watchman – that is to say the man who mends watches – does not look......

” Its multiple anchors drop but do not hold. She says her body tells her they’ll......

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......

Netting Neither love, nor hatred, only a colourless sadnesskeeps falling,crumbling,these days.Our faces look like other people,how......

He picked off the green moss from the wet brick,Slowly; carefully enjoying the simple texture.He remembered......

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

✕ ‹ › Jacques Derrida, in his 1995 work, Mal d’Archive, spoke about the feverish desire......