Of Truths and Loves
Love is a space which temporalises itself; it is time which spaces itself. It cannot be…
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Deaths, Dialectics, and the Last Revolt
How does one mourn the loss of another that is so distant, yet so present in…
Hard Questions for the New Year
Instead of the same lame resolutions, we should be drafting a manifesto addressing the real problems…
Poems by Robert Okaji
Roast Chicken Contemplating the afterlife of birds, I empty the carcass. My wife offers rosemary…
Shakuntala Spellcheck
By Mukherjee PShakuntala Spellcheck: In Three Movements and one afterthought Movement 1 Miss Shakuntala. Wife of…
A Letter to an Unknown Lover
Don’t sell the blue sapphire you find under the olive tree. Keep it. It’s mine. It’s…
Of Gestures and Lived Realities: Dance Traditions from the Northeast
Indigenous communities in the Northeast consider dance a lived, vital reality deeply connected with the personal…
Outside Looking In
Kunal Basu’s ‘Kalkatta’ seems too disingenuous and overly sensationalised to really be of consequence, says Devjani…
‘Perhaps I am a failed artist’
Kunal Basu tells Devjani Bodepudi what it took to recreate the seedy underbelly of Kolkata in…
Clients and Parties
An excerpt from Kunal Basu’s ‘Kalkatta’. Read Devjani Bodepudi’s review of Kalkatta, or click here for an…