How does the moss grow where there is no dirt?

Topic: Fiction | by on Apr 1

A change in the weather is sufficient to recreate the world and ourselves.

Topic: Reflections | by on Nov 28

Witnessing India

Topic: Fiction | by on Nov 20

Things winter brings

Topic: Fiction | by on Nov 20

A poem of invitation

Topic: Fiction | by on Sep 20

A poem of praise for the greatest musical genre. Not to be confused with Indie and Classical Music.

Topic: Arts | by on Apr 4

It’s been more than a year since the last time I was in Chennai, India. I knew that I would miss home, friends and the city itself. It somehow never struck me that I would miss Tamil.

Topic: Culture | by on Nov 19

Keats’ Urn declares that truth and beauty are the same – Satyam Shivam Sundaram1. To humans caught in the passion of living this saying often comes across as too philosophical or too abstract.

Topic: Culture | by on Sep 5