This poem is in solidarity with the women fighting against the hijab ban in the schools and colleges in Karnataka.
A novelist rewinds to a moment in time when she was a teacher at a PU college in North Karnataka's Raichur.
The decision has sparked concerns about segregation.
We have permitted the government to spin cobwebs for us to lay in. Wake up. India is burning.
Saffron – both the spice and the colour of patriotic fervour – is poisonous when consumed in excess.
If you're a young Muslim in India, what does your safe space look like?
Our pens, our truths, our voices are all being stifled under saffron rule.
'I'm the new curtain over the fourth estate.'
Before the gate was constructed, we had free access to those natural reserves of equality, logic and free thinking.