My take
Vistara
Before asking Vighnesa to clear our path perhaps we should understand why something is standing there
సున్ని పిండిని నలిచి చిన్నారిగా మలిచి..సంతసాన మునిగింది సంతు లేని పార్వతిసుతుడన్న మతి మరచి.. శూలాన...
What photographs preserve, what memory retains, and what only being present can give us
A few days ago, I visited the ISKCON temple at Kharghar in Navi Mumbai. It is a beautiful place. Whatever one’s...
Vizag on 15th August 1947
Every Independence Day, Vizag wraps itself in saffron, white, and green. Flags flutter from Collectorate down to the Old Town. Schools run their morning drills, and social feeds...
The quiet economics of impossible-wealth scams
A few days ago, a video reached me through a private channel. It showed stacks of ₹500 notes arranged across several boxes enough cash, at first glance,...
There are moments when an outing becomes more than an outing. My visit to the immersive Van Gogh experience in Pune began as a curious encounter with digital art. It ended as something larger – a...
A Crisis near the Strait of Hormuz is never merely a distant geopolitical event. It enters the country quietly, through shipping routes, insurance premiums, energy invoices, freight costs, and household...
It began with a simple phone call from my mother, the kind of call that carries more than words.
She asked if I was free tomorrow (the day before Shivaratri) because she wanted me to take her to a grand...