If we are to regain a democratic future, we need to do everything in our power to stem that rot in the hearts of our children.
A poem on what ordinary days actually mean.
We never really learnt or adapted to actually be alone with nothing but ourselves – to pause, to think, to wander and wonder.
While one is at liberty to celebrate, it is also imperative that one scrutinises the design of these festivals and the rationale – or lack thereof – behind them.
A poem on the plight of children manufacturing crackers in Sivakasi in Tamil Nadu.