Dreams of muddle roads in Ramallah
Burns, burns, burns. Hand fiddles with cigarette. Can the pain inside ever be felt by your body, by your container? eyes turn away from the inferno, into the abyss of Continue reading
Burns, burns, burns. Hand fiddles with cigarette. Can the pain inside ever be felt by your body, by your container? eyes turn away from the inferno, into the abyss of Continue reading
Some mornings, right after I am deserted by images of a family gathering in the church of my old school, surrounded by the step well of my adopted home, protected Continue reading
Languid days are here again. You can smell it here in my bed Here in my room Here on my skin There in those molecules on air The only witnesses Continue reading
A sudden burst of light Blinded us all. When our eyes could see again The knight of cups emerged from the haze A gentle languid smile Yet dashing and daring Continue reading
I know as I say this that I am being adamant unreasonable impractical unrealistic ambitious But I would wish that there is a person who could read the rhythm and Continue reading
I think, to a certain extend, we agree that architecture should not be isolated from the cultural context from which it arises. This culture, at that point, promoted certain values, Continue reading
The Sandman gives the people the one thing that is denied to him. I wonder, is he vicariously living through his ungrateful beneficiaries or simply gritting his teeth while plotting Continue reading
It’s almost been a year. And when I’m through with my obligations here, it definetely will be more than a year. I think I need to leave Ahmedabad. I’m not Continue reading
I don’t think we ever spoke about Koodankulam. Remember I went there to take part in a protest against a nuclear plant that’s coming up there. And it was one Continue reading
We live in times of great depravity, of great betrayal. Every thing has an issue – a cause, an attempt of a cure, and effects. Effects aren’t changes in perception Continue reading