The Poetry of Roti
A woman making rotis, her hands moving between the rolling board and the hot tawa, is a familiar sight. A monkey holding…
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Democracy, at a Convenient Distance
Why should protesters disturb the very authorities they are protesting against? The privileged need a more convenient arrangement. Move the protest sites…
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Too Young to Know Fear
When Boris Becker won Wimbledon at seventeen, the world marvelled at a young man who seemed untroubled by nerves. Delhi, has…
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The Goddess We Worship, The Courage We Fear
Living close to Chittaranjan Park, Delhi’s little Bengal, I can watch Durga Puja take shape well before the festival begins. The pandals…
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“A camera captures more than an image. It preserves a moment that can remind you of a poem, a verse you may have read somewhere long ago. Whenever I browse through my photographs, I find stories and poems hidden in them. Every creature seems to carry a tale of its own, and every tale has its own rhythm.”
Prerna Jain
