Dying to move On-ward

Dying as far as we understand is transformation for the dead; but, also for some of us living.  My Dad lived wisely. Now he teaches me posthumously. Yes, my Dad is no more. His death did not wait for me.  It happened. He’s gone forever; vanished into space when I least expected it. How canContinue reading “Dying to move On-ward”

From our reading pulpit

Paromita Vohra, whose work we follow, is featured here as a share. She is a filmmaker based in Mumbai. “Where is the room for secret, dark places in our nature, where strange flora, petalled and bacterial, bloom, alerting us to our own leanings? This fertility, in dark, wet, sometimes lonely places of the self, isContinue reading “From our reading pulpit”