This is a writing project that was thought of and executed while we were idling at work. Neelanjan Dasgupta and I are co-authours of the poem. He wrote a line, I the other. But it should leave you with just one feeling. She fills me with dread, with horror, with pain. And a certain niggling … Continue reading Close
Something stirs from within us, whenever we protest. There is a tranformation, a certain change, in every protestor’s expression, her manner, her being. The descriptors are many, but language is but a substitute. For this one verb which makes us so very human. For every Aung San Suu Kyi, there is a man who blows … Continue reading Protest (or the strength within)
