New Ways of Seeing

Six years ago, I remember driving out of a posh Hyde Park cafe with a university pal and casually mentioning that it would be boring to tie ...

I have flirted with ‘Atheism’, ‘Buddhism’ and everything in between during the last eight years of living away from my parents’ home, but fe...

The inner glow-torch that e x t e n d s from the pit of my stomach to the sheath underneath my facial skin and produces a luminescence that...

This film is a snippet in time. It is an attempt to capture the lives of young people of Indian origin or ethnicity living in Adelaide in th...

If I were to write a screenplay of my life and pitch it to a potential producer, how would I describe it? How would I sell it? How would I m...

Once upon a bitter-sweet time There lived a bookish princess Who spent her adolescence in glasses And heralded her youth in heels. But she h...

I was alive but not living Not noticing the colour of the leaves in my backyard Or the texture of the wood in my office Or the varying tempe...

Anchored to a work which doesn't work anymore And on the quest to find a new flame a new anchor Both inside and outside a reflection of ...