LITERATURE (Page 3)

By the time Maya turned thirty-eight, she had already learned that modern relationships came with user agreements nobody read carefully until after emotional damage occurred. Some men shouted, some disappeared, some attended therapy twice. One boyfriend once slapped her during an argument and cried before she did, which felt deeplyContinue Reading

In Kochi, Maya lives in 312 square feet of negotiated existence. The building brochure calls it a “studio.” Her landlord calls it “compact luxury.” She has divided the room into zones without walls. Sleeping corner. Working corner. Existential crisis corner. All within arm’s reach Once, she wanted to be aContinue Reading

സ്വതന്ത്ര വിവർത്തനം: സന്ന്യാസു പൊടിമഞ്ഞ് ആ വിഷവൃക്ഷത്തിലെകാക്കയിരുത്തത്തിൽഎന്നിലേക്കുകുടഞ്ഞുവീണ പൊടിമഞ്ഞ്എനിക്കു വെച്ചുനീട്ടിയത്,കരഞ്ഞു പിഴിഞ്ഞു തീരേണ്ടിയിരുന്നഈ ദിനത്തിന്റെഇനിയുള്ള നേരത്തിനൊരുപുതുജീവൻ. മൂല കവിത : Dust of snow by Robert Frost The way a crowShook down on meThe dust of snowFrom a hemlock tree Has given my heartA change of moodAnd saved some partOf a day I had rued.Continue Reading

In Kallupuzha, a village that appears on Google Maps only if you zoom in with suspicion, Maya began expanding her consciousness the week the mosquitoes became unionized. She was thirty eight. Separated, not divorced, because divorce is paperwork but separation is performance art. Her partner who now sold organic jackfruitContinue Reading

Leaning against the wallJawaharlal sat, gazingat the lifeless body before him. Manu had set right the displaced glasses,to a perfection,that face hadn’t in life. Outside, slogans soared, mostly that‘Gandhi is immortal’.For the dead Gandhitreatment through language. That dead body seemedlike a morsel of bread, left overby a sated someone. WhoContinue Reading