They never knew you, who only recall
your smashed golds and broken reds:
those flashing conceits, tropes of a night too dark
to spell out by the fading glow of
He wanted me … it was obvious the second he appeared on the steps. His eyes were on my body, left right centre, and then he looked straight at me, like
Mr Krishnan was a senior officer of the government. Everything about him testified to this fact. He was neat and tidy. He was meticulous and organised. He was careful with
Sitting on the banks of the Helmand,
swept by thoughts,
I watch as time flows in its currents.
It bends and twists to the embrace of centuries,
holding in its
Although I'm a veteran paralegal and have seen all kinds of people neck deep in circumstances, certain faces still make me curious. On February last year, a mountaineer
Jawad marvelled at the intricate patterns hennaed on his wife's – his bride's, more precisely: they had just been married two days – hands. Elaborate curlicues, ornate lines
Hindu mythologies and epic characters have become cultural metaphors in India. Many speak with ease of a lakshman rekha that constrains the behaviour of a woman, call scheming older men
'Spirits and demons are only projections of man's own emotional impulses.'
– Totem and Taboo, Sigmund Freud (1913)
Failure in Love, Evil-Eye of the Enemy, Lack of
Burma defines itself as a Buddhist nation, a Theravada one at that, as it has been for roughly the past millennia. But within the folds of the country's
