Who authorises homes and rites in this city? Each one who lives here has a right to this city! Equality under the law is just fiction– bulldozers show their masters’ might in this city. Landlords and agents act like sponges…
Last night, I tried to turn off words and worries, to let the city rush over me, like a postmodern raag, written for engine, horn, shout and bark– after the elections in UP, I stopped reading the news, but the…
Once while going by sleeper from Delhi to Bengaluru I dreamt I was trapped in a broken mine shaft, and waking, I cried out in terror. Now I dream of distant fires and wonder how far they will spread– there’s…
–While reading Ilya Kaminsky, I Think of Umar Khalid Just outside Qutub Minar there’s a line of buses and cars filled with all kinds of folks, looking for all kinds of things– some have come to lose themselves; some, just…