In a world that celebrates noise—where poetry performs more than it communicates, where voices are flung like flags across the wind—some poets come from a lineage that spoke in silences. Many of their stories weren’t told; they were steeped in spice jars, pressed beneath prayer...

Conversations become a big part of our memory. We develop our own worlds using the narrative of other voices. Their opinions and perspectives free our restricted minds. An absolution takes place and we, along with them, traverse in the dimensions they create. Valuable conversations consist...

“The days were longer then (for time, like money, is measured by our needs), when summer afternoons were spacious, and the clock ticked slowly in the winter evenings.” (Middlemarch, George Eliot) Time is subjective. Time is fluid. Memories flow—from the past to the present, until...

Are we always unconsciously writing letters to ourselves in the future? Are we mindful of the fact that our present is becoming future nostalgia or a site of introspection and reflection? Are we writing our futures as we breathe? The visual becomes a bridge from...

Greetings Dear readers! We are living in troubling times. With wars raging across two continents, intensifying climate change, and the recent spate of air crashes (the recent Air India crash in Ahmadabad; and the chopper crash in Uttarakhand), our hopes for a better, brighter future...