A Forest of Crimson Gleam

Images and montages, Somewhere, the ‘I’ is lost in a star that still rages, Glimmers here, A touch of crimson … More

New Orleans: Memories of a Summer Lost

Summer has long since dwindled into the cold heart of winter, and I have found my home once again. The … More

Padmavati: Death of a Childhood

I was seven years old when my father had brought us the DVD of Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam. Films, … More

The Toxic Idolizing of BoJack Horseman: An Observation

I remember Netflix seducing me to start watching BoJack HorsemanĀ as my writer’s block thwarted me into a literary oblivion in … More

The Grand Arrival: Mahalaya

Somewhere in the wee hours of dawn, when the night melts into the first blues and saffrons of daylight, Birendra … More