From the balcony
It must have been the same view that held the Muthuvan gaze two centuries ago. The tree line, the undulating hills and the Western Ghats segued into…
A tribal woman, heavily pregnant, leaned against the iron gate sliding it open and walked into the health centre. Her gait was strained as she had broken water. Too weak…
The last time I came to Jharkhand was when 'selfie' was, forget the culture it is today, nowhere in the lexicon-horizon even. It was seven years ago to make a…
They are all Meeras
Fairground
Throbbing notes twanged out from a three-string kamaicha. Wood-ringed fingers tapped on a ghara. A sadhu with the longest dreadlocks sat like the sachem he was surrounded…