New Ways of Seeing

Secure in the routine, in the everydayness of it and the mundane domesticity it brings forth, she has forgotten how to create. She browses t...

Today, The Age has a story titled ‘Extremists drive out India’s rising tennis star’. This reminds me of what was happening with Mehta in Va...

Some things were given. Others were more given. Maybe she had the same heart. It was a more-than-given. But she wanted to change its rhythm....

During a recent visit to a 'continental' restaurant in the North Indian city of Amritsar, I was amazed to discover a novel way of of...

Where do we go now? Is this going somewhere? But we live miles apart. So we will go wherever alone. Unless the world shrinks. And geography ...

I'm tired of possibility and in dire want of the real thing. But the absence of possibility is also a dormant possibility of possibility...

Before embarking on my annual overseas end-of-the-year trip, I've been trying to clean up the clutter of the year gone by. From the dust...

This is all I have to give to the World. Writing That is elicited with the labour of Experience. Elucidating The agony behind each word of T...

The hauntingly beautiful Catherine Deneuve in French director Luis Bunuel's film, Belle De Jour , is also elusive and ethereal. Just lik...

It’s that time of the week/month/year when I am grappling again with decisions and their precision And expectations that travel in a wave fo...