I pressed “performance poetry” into YouTube’s search box kept company by a simplified magnifying glass on the right (in its own light-grey box): a type…
Over coffee, you tell me that it settles in your lungs way better than in your stomach. You tell me about those long drives when…
Black; The colour of my hair that you ran your fingers through And clutched and pulled back and Gasp; As our legs twirled under sheets…
Practice pirouettes in a safe place Clear of any sharp tweets or leaked emails Know your retracted position before you start Keep your shoulders and…
Squatted on the ledge of his hand-pulled rickshaw, a man with light grey hair, in a chequered lungi peered at me as I looked at…
The short film ‘Memories of a Machine’ was screened on 15th Oct, 2016 at the Seattle South Asian Film Festival. Written and directed by Shailaja Padindala,…
My husband and I are on our way from Madras to Paris. Chennai, actually. Calling the city Madras is more like responding to our pet…
“every ecology depends on death” cotyledons green to their task of rising into trees, unruffled by captions in a town in India a driver races…
Though your bones will turn to dust There is still time to love and lust Though your muscles soon will rot And memory will slip…
“As a rock on the seashore he standeth firm, and the dashing of the sea waves disturbeth him not. He raises his head like a…
It was made of aluminum, I suppose or some other metal. It was shiny and steel colored and had my father’s other name, the European…
“ there are two ways of getting home and one of them is to stay there” – G.K Chesterton no more does…
my otherness sticks with me no matter where I go : never loan out your rainy day : how many bodies are we :…