Desire

2020 woke me up to the sounds of peacocks. 2019 was tumultuous silence. It’s difficult to make sense of a year that destroyed life as I knew it. Early on in the year, the word relentless got set as a cue and proceeded to unravel the frayed threads that were held together with the grime… Read More

“It smells like agarbatti and wood”

“It smells like agarbatti and wood”, she said. One of the earliest mythology books I bought was Myth = Mithya by Devdutt Pattnaik. Since then, I’ve wandered into Indian philosophy and her old sciences by various authors, Indian and foreign. Those old sciences and arts still exist although what we get is the pop packaged… Read More