I Flew Over the Garbage
byThis poem tells a vivid, fantastical story. Do read.
This poem tells a vivid, fantastical story. Do read.
Ganga is warning us. We must listen carefully.
What we are witnessing is not just a technological revolution but a financial one, one that may be just as unpredictable as the future of the technology it’s built on.
The Delhi High Court’s denial of bail to student protestors sparks a complex debate on protest, violence & justice.
India’s decline from a thriving democracy to an “electoral autocracy” signals the weakening of democratic values.
We climb into darkness, windswept mares in hand, as lights fade into endless, weightless light.
What is happening in Andaman & Nicobar islands is nothing but environmental destruction in the name of development.
Superstition thrives when it receives official permission. The state must not blur the line between myth & medicine.
Nepal is at a crossroads. And the youth, for the first time in decades, hold the keys to the country’s future.
Here’s a poem that reflects on the genocide in Gaza.
Where does a poem live & where does it go when it has no more readers?
Protein is not evil. But like fire, potent fuel for life’s forge, it demands respect.
The Amoeba, Naegleria fowleri, is so rare that most doctors will never see a case in their careers. And yet, when it strikes, the odds of survival are vanishingly slim.
Large scale voter manipulation manipulation raises troubling questions about electoral outcomes.
Posters on rape, on trees uprooted—funeral pyres burning—hope now a bygone thing.