Months before every semester break, people around me dedicated all their time and effort to one clear goal: securing at…
Maithree Wijesekara, a Melbourne-based Australian-Sri Lankan author, soared onto the Sunday Times bestseller list with her debut, The Prince Without…
I saw Paprika written right on top of my shopping list for Budapest. What have I come to, I thought,…
The only heirlooms I can bequeath to youare the diadems of mitochondria, my love:grandmothers, mothers, great grandmothers,some whose names we…
Smoke The keteki keeps calling as a beedi swiftly consumes itself. Borma, a nocturnal bird, surreptitiously relishes the acrid pungency…
A recent video doing the rounds, titled ‘Vardi Ka Samman’, caught my attention. It was about an NGO’s initiative to…
chilly morning – the sky in my sakurayu cup blooming 8th of March – buying a magnolias scarf for my…
fall drivethrough the woodlandsa flock of juncosglide across the skyanother wordless goodbye half-hearted apologythe wild rye quiverswith white-tailed deertheir antlers…
She wasn’t even a teenager when she first saw him at her school picnic. Dressed in the armour of a…
On my first night in Morocco, I had roast chicken, pickles and flat bread for dinner in an eatery that…