‘The rivercold of ancient waters’ – Two poems by Srividya Sivakumar
Poems by Srividya Sivakumar: ‘In my seditious soul, sparrows flit in and out of red-tiled houses. A dry river watches my family offer prayers. A kitten scares my aunt senseless.’
Watch: THE LESSER CITIZENS, a short documentary about migrant labourers in Kerala
In his 2021 short documentary, Amal Shihabudeen poses questions of belonging and identity to the uneven balanced faced by migrant labourers in Kerala.
The Lade Leaves Us Longing
Reading Sumana Roy’s How I Became a Tree in the Lade Braes, Scotland. ‘The poetry of trees is, after all, about agency—the act of breaking, rending, repairing, citing through metaphor. But what agency do trees hold?’
The howls of open exit wounds – Three poems by Kashiana Singh
Poems by Kashiana Singh: ‘a lacquered / summer that lacks / rivulets waiting for / gods to decipher us’
The girl who loves mermaids
Poetry by Karna: ‘You know my ancestors’ history / and say I am the anomaly in your / clean galaxy.’
Life After Marriage
Ranjani Rao recalls the story behind her memoir, Rewriting My Happily Ever After, and how sharing a personal tale of divorce helped her find connection and community.
Winter! Early Winter
Poetry by Nayanjyoti Baruah: ‘Yellow plants cover the paddy field, / As if a new sky had fallen from above. / They touch it with pleasure, set their boxes, / Cropping plants half asleep & half awake.’
‘Forget no bond with the blameless’ – Excerpts from a new English translation of Tiruvalluvar’s TIRUKKURAL
The Tirukkural is a Tamil masterpiece of poetry and practical philosophy, with timeless verses on ethics, wealth, power, love, and more. Presented here are excerpts from a forthcoming translation of The Kural (Beacon Press 2021) by Thomas Hitoshi Pruiksma.
Excerpt: THERE IS NO GOOD TIME FOR BAD NEWS by Aruni Kashyap
Excerpts from Aruni Kashyap’s critically-acclaimed poetry collection, There Is No Good Time For Bad News (2021): ‘Women couldn’t melt you, shape you, stud you with gems / to hang from their soft earlobes; men / couldn’t wrap you in strips of newsprint, / like tobacco, light one end, take a drag,’
Orphaned Fruit
Poetry by Anna Lynn: ‘The young one eats only the fried fish. Her own stomach does not prefer fins swimming against the currents of life.’
Travelling Without Footprints
From the Himalaya to the coastlines, unchecked tourism is destroying India’s ecological balance. We can’t afford to return to our pre-pandemic state of a tourist-induced environmental catastrophe. By Vipin Labroo
Digital Strokes
Art, catharsis, and colourful calamities—Tamizh Ponni shares a collection of original digital paintings created over the lockdown.