By Trivarna Hariharan
These three poems are excerpted from Trivarna Hariharan’s collection of poetry, The Necessity of Geography. Reviewer Archita Mittra describes Hariharan’s poems as “the kind of poetry you read on a lonely night,” and that is as apt a description as any.
By South Asia Solidarity Group
Having rejected Hinduism, these Dalit Neo-Buddhists do not adhere to the age-old caste system that has exploited them for centuries and refuse to prostrate before the powerful Marathas. Dalit assertion has caused great consternation within the Marathas. This is evident from the Marathas conspicuously sparing other Dalit groups and selectively targeting Ambedkarite Buddhist homes.
By Rohith
is mother’s vagina a cliff
from which the infant tumbles
and falls throughout its life?
By Kouser Fathima
The sudden interest of the present government may be new but the bigger question is: Why hasn’t anything been done about the TT issue in all these years? Why were no efforts made to reform the laws? Why were no efforts made to hear the voices of women and of educated Muslims who wanted to have a say in the way the laws were made and implemented? The All India Muslim Personal Law Board (AIMPLB) must answer these questions.
By Faakirah Irfan
The next time she opened up to me about her rape was in class. One fine day she came up to me and told me everything that had happened to her. My heart raced the entire night as I collided with the realities of life I hadn’t known. I wept by the side of bed alone without getting inside the sheets to sleep.
By Goirick Brahmachari
And the creatures of the night
They sniff dendrite by the cold alleys
Ragpicking dreams in sacks of dead black
Crows and filth.
By Sayani Sinha
For him literary texts were content-free. He was therefore interested in what they did and not what they meant, because they meant nothing. Deleuze echoes Heidegger when he puts immense emphasis on the factor of creativity in his attempt to conjoin philosophy and the arts.
By Nishi Pulugurtha
A long walk down the unpaved road, away from the main market, takes us past a small hamlet to a rock that is nestled upon a couple of other rocks. The locals refer to it as Bhim Pakora. As we walk down the road, enjoying the beautiful sights all along, a local woman on her way home guides us and volunteers information.
By Avanti Chhatre
How does a perceptive individual from India, or even Pakistan, respond during such volatile times? By reflecting, thinking, and ultimately forming (and voicing) an informed opinion that supports the common good and humanity at large? Or by getting angrier by the day, creating hysteria, demonising the Pakistani people, and aggressively silencing those who may beg to differ with this strategy?
By Faakirah Irfan
Women of Kashmir with all your strength, your valor, your pride, your magnificence, your patience, your resilience, you are the definition of what a woman is. You battered the mountains and crushed the rocks, with your blood, and with the granite of your courage, you built the entire city.
By Srirupa Dhar
Suhashini died a year after Abir’s trip to Kolkata. She went peacefully in her sleep one night. Her hands were tightly holding on to the bottom part of her pillow. She clutched as many LEGO figures as she could. Just like those old houses of Bagbazzar that never forgot to protect the people living in them.
By Akash Bharadwaj
My recent encounters with Khakhar, be it in the lanes of Daryaganj or going to this exhibition, pushes me to think that it is possible to curate a Bhupen Khakhar show in a more powerful and imaginative manner.
Cafe Dissensus Everyday 