Dry but Green

We are surrounded by clever-sounding statements these days, especially when it comes to artificial intelligence and the future of work. One ...

  The sky gathers its clouds like elders preparing for a blessing. Raindrops meet the lake, and bangles of ripples spread outward, each ci...

Sometimes I wonder how my art teacher’s brush seems to know stories that the world doesn’t. This recent work of his made me stop. Four girls...

Draupathi had always loved the forest at the edge of Vaithara, a small, quiet town where days moved unhurried. The forest was her sanctuary,...

On a winter eve, beside a frozen tree I sat, waiting for absolution (that would never come) A half-frozen rivulet lay before me Ca...

And came the unsung hero. Not much haste and not much noise, he was composed, as all heroes are. Clad in his three-wheeled chariot, with...

In the land of crib and grave, I wandered… I wondered if I am sane Or haunted… I opened up my heart box And found it to be a h...