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Kolam is a household art form practised in South India. It is not the same as the North Indian rangoli which is more of a festive occasion icon. Kolams are created everyday by the lady of the house and are an important ritual to start the day. Traditionally nobody leaves…
This piece began at the height of my ambition as a fabric-painter. It was one of the few ones where I actively went looking for the garment and bought it only because I had a painting project idea in mind. It was a creamy-white cotton vest from FabIndia with flat…
The Chocolate War by Robert Cormier My rating: 2 of 5 stars Is it possible to deal with bullies without carnage? How are power structures, formal and otherwise, shaken by one person’s defiance? The turbulence of adolescence, where every event is a phenomenon, every disagreement is a war and the…
I miss being fabulously single. I’ve been it for so long, it has become a part of my identity. A huge, glamorous, proud-of-it, reveling-in-it part which is the one thing that conflicts with being in a relationship. A good relationship is wonderful in a number of ways. But it still…
Movies are a complicated business these days. There is the hysteria of the Fridaygoer who will all but maim in a bid to get to the box office first and then spend most of the movie updating his Facebook status from his phone. Then there’s the desperate reek of a…
I ring the doorbell and it’s opened by my friend Salim, bouncing up with all the energy of his 21-year-old self. It is his birthday and the gift I am carrying is a book I know that he’ll enjoy. Salim and I have been classmates and bonded over a common…
A Twory (Twitter-based story) about a time when a gun was really mightier than a pen.
I’m tempted to suspect that SATC 2 was secretly scripted by men and acted out by guys in reverse drag, all part of the anti-feminist movement.
I started this as a Tiny Tale. But Anish Vyavahare added a chapter to it making it a collaborative effort and a bigger story. That got up featured on Protagonize’s editor’s weekly picks. I’ve just added the third chapter. You can read just my two pieces independently or read the…
A park separates them. If it can be called a park, that is. A grassy patch chequered with muddy patches, that turn into puddles in the monsoon. The dogs like it anyhow. They keep him awake at night with their barking. Nobody seems to care at 2 in the a.m….
