A Tale of Two Statues
An intense ballad, the fury of nature and an old woman, in this verse by Sumita, in Different Truths. “The Old Woman’s escaping!” reported my sons. The flood water...
Gori Bahu: An Indian Obsession for Fair-skinned Brides
Fair skinned brides are an archetype of the Indian society. Everyone wants a Gori Bahu (fair daughter-in-law). From trophy wives to the beauty industry, fairness creams and soaps dominate...
Nature and Environment as seen by Rabindranath Tagore
Tagore’s love of Nature was extremely subtle. For him the wide-open skies, spaciousness, and tranquillity of the countryside symbolised freedom. His numerous writings reveal the intensity of his relationship with...
The Sun-god at Mount Horeb
An evocative poem to Nature – a prayer to the Sun-god – showing the deep connect with the heavenly bodies in African culture by Martins, for Different Truths. Sun-godsitting still...
Let’s Begin Small on Earth Day
Each of us is responsible to cut down senseless wastage of resources. It’s important that we save water, conserve energy, recycle and avoid the use of plastic. Sukanya, in a...
The Interconnectedness of all Things
Our columnist, Shernaz finds an interconnectedness in various aspects of life. We are not just interconnected, we are interdependent and to take it further ‘we inter-are’, ‘interbeings’ as the...
Azalea
Here’s a poem about the spring flowers, Azalea, by Elsy, in Different Truths. Azalea, your magenta clusters make me muse on your amazing regalia. “We wait all winter for...
Fables are Never Too Old
The continuity of the oral tradition attested by The Fox and the Crow story found on the pottery of Mohenjo-Daro and Lothal archaeological sites of a civilisation six thousand...
Breathing Underwater
An evocative love poem by Sushmita. It was forbidden, To fall in love, With you. I belonged, To another. But that, Sunday afternoon, When, The sun was mild, The...
Durga Puja: A Five-day Extravaganza of Food, Feast, Fun, and Frolic
Eyes closed, each of us disappears into our own consciousness where we perhaps see a beloved departed parent or remember a past when they stood above us uttering these...