Inimical Love.
Once I was told to write a synopsis of life. I didn’t know for whom I was writing it for. It wasn’t meant to be personal. It had to be humane as well as indifferent to the vices and virtues of the ...
My Different Nation.
A sacred nation state is the last thing our founding fathers like Nehru or Ambedkar wanted India to become.
വാലന്റെ ദിനം, ധന്വന്തര മന്ത്രം - ആദിമ പകുതി.
അവന്റെ ശരീരം രോമാവൃതവും മീശരോമങ്ങൾ കാർബൺ ഫൈബറിനാൽ സമൃദ്ധവും ആകുന്നു. അവന്റെ അധരങ്ങൾക്ക് നെബുലകളുടെ പരിമളവും അവന്റെ മൂക്കിനു മുകളിൽ ഒരു കുഞ്ഞു ബ്ലാക്ക് ഹോളിന്റെ തുടിപ്പും ഉണ്ടാകുന്നു.
LLiness.
A quick story before I go to bed.
Love Now'Sadth.
I am a ghost house filled with empty words. Too many of them trying hard to escape the biological field that mashes them up in a futile attempt to make sense.
She is Euthymia.
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Shibboleth Strings.
The wrinkles in his skin were much more than his finger tips could sense. The body hair once so manly has mostly withered away. Tiny patches of shiny skin layered around the bends as a poorly knit ...
I have problems with your moral sensitivities and there is nothing that you can do about it.
Before I begin, let me state that I am not sad about the suicide of Mr. Rohit Vemula [1]. For reference, I didn’t feel sad when the dead body of Aylan Kurdi was washed ashore at Turkish beaches on ...
കറുത്ത വാവ്.
അജ്മീറിലെ ദർഗയുടെ പുറത്തുള്ള മിനാരത്തിന്റെ അടിയിൽ വെച്ച് ഞാൻ മുഹ്യുദ്ധീൻ ഷെയ്ഖിന്റെ റൂഹിനെ കണ്ടു.
Happy New Year!
Okay, let’s think it this way.