A poem on how India is witnessing an erosion of constitutional values that could have made us a successful Republic.
I wonder how many of us share the anguish of having to witness a hypocritical spectacle of celebrations to mark Republic Day when the Republic itself is bleeding.
The farmers’ movement presents us with the markers for a new politics of protest and dissent.
The state of the nation is such that we have devolved from “for, of, by the people” towards “far, off, buy the people”.
An encounter with the social media hate factory over a poster of a tricoloured-hijab-wearing woman.
In this poem, a 19-year-old student explains what 'Republic' means to her.