'The remains of hope, however, endure, projecting images – mutilated, fragmented.'
Is it okay to mourn before someone’s death? What if that someone is a stranger? But can writers ever be a stranger to a reader?
No matter how much one feels one is doing to contribute to a democratic movement, there is always more that can be done.
The show, based on the moral free fall of society in the face of the unknown, critiques the hypocrisy of human nature.
'How to dry someone’s tears and not be a source of fear'.
A poem on the fear of harassment that women and girls routinely encounter in cities and society's tendency to blame victims.
'He knew how to be afraid in ways we never learnt.'
'My parents are worried and have strictly advised me to steer clear of any kind of protests. They think that Kashmiris are easy targets and I agree.'
This poem describes the experience of knowing a loved one wants to help you – and their helplessness at being unable to.