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
Why was I madea synonym of perfidy? –Chandrika asked.River didn’t reply.Instead, stopping its flow,showed her in ither lovely face.That face came and hit herlike a lightning bolt.She fell, mumbling –Cheat! Again, you tricked me. Couldn’t you’ve spared my life? –From another ghat,Ramanan asked.River,without speakingbegan to flow fast.Once more he felttheContinue Reading
Poem translation by Manoharan V PAs we went down for a bathin the dark, murky watersat the ghat, where the canaljoined the river, Do you remember seeingtwo mates on the shoresitting under a coconut treebusy building a boat? There, the cascading waters’frothing speed …. here,the shadow of canal shutteron gloomyContinue Reading
The woman was born into a family that treated love like rationed kerosene: distributed sparingly, often with smoke. Her father believed affection was best expressed by raising his voice, and her siblings thought emotions were best handled like cricket balls, thrown hard and fast. Her first lover turned out toContinue Reading
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