Reminders
byYour best memories may not come from the photographs in your phone, but from the objects that created moments.
Your best memories may not come from the photographs in your phone, but from the objects that created moments.
The things that make us who we are are also the things that make us stand out from the crowd.
The true language of love needs no words; romance finds its subtlety and an embrace finds its innocence.
Every colour on a butterfly’s wing tells a story – even in death.
Promises made by sunlight are seldom broken.
Often, it’s not the storm itself that raises the most difficult questions. It’s the silence, thereafter.
In 1953, a Brazilian poet stepped onto India for the first time and instantly felt at home. Her poems tell the tale.
Can you imagine a moment in a day devoid of electronic screens? Sleep might just be our only escape from the digital.
What goes through your mind when you look at the endless expanse of the sea?
The math of the social sciences can read like a list of names, but each bears a heavy footnote – and a deeper connotation.
A holiday in a log cabin is momentarily interrupted by the thought of looming Reality.
Death is a warehouse, a sunflower, a DTC bus; perhaps even the purpose of life. Or is it all a hallucination?
In 1791, a reader of Madras Courier had enough of noisy tourists entering his garden. He wrote this poem in protest.
We mourn the passing of nature, but forget that its stories live on all around us.
Kashmir is an idealized image for many in the subcontinent. A visit might change that image.