the misty mirror

On an aimless Sunday evening, old Hindi songs play on the radio. The Sunday is constant and unmoving in time, time which seems to have no de...

It is easy to be affected by someone's suffering.  To not hit the peak when you are a little bird. But we shouldn't forget to also c...

Why do people not speak up? Why do people not speak up when they see injustice happen? Why do victims of injustice not let other people spea...

In Bubble Number One, people’s sensitivity is extremely heightened and extremely short-lived. It towers above you if you look at it, its pea...

I am in a bus from Emptiness to Emptiness, seated by the window exceeding me in size. It is completely green outside—the trees are green and...

It is dark. Not very dark, though. It is the kind of dark that greets you just before the sun sets and the lights wish to be turned on, when...

Lata’s soft touch wakes me up in the morning, like all the mornings following our marriage ten years ago. The roughness of her fingertips an...