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

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

Alice in Winterland

The morning comes with the hues of gray, A silence pervades. Alice wakes up, somewhere between the dying night and … 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

“Still there. Still there. Gone.”

Somewhere between childhood and the pangs of first love, I discovered that I craved nothing more than conversations. Conversations, heart-wrenching, … More