At Platform 3 of the Chennai Central railway station, Madhu hugged her parents and stepped aboard the Tamil Nadu Express. The train started to pull away and her mother was predictably tearful as she waved goodbye. Her father adopted a brave expression, although Madhu knew that he was sick with worry, and placed his arm… Continue reading Fiction: Transitioning
[Jerusalem Diaries. August 2015.] I'm back in Jerusalem, interning with the Palestine-Israel Journal. PIJ is a quarterly magazine that aims to explicate complex issues dividing Israeli and Palestinian societies, among other things. This morning, the co-editor of the journal joked about the confounding nature of the Israeli-Palestinian conflict: a man visited the region for a… Continue reading Notes from Jerusalem
Every time I return from India, there is a sense of loss - imprecise, suspended, like a hole without a ring. Yet there is also a feeling of release, as if one had just escaped death by drowning." - Sasthi Brata, 'India: Labyrinths in the Lotus Land' It's been five years since I actually lived… Continue reading Euphoria & Dread: The India I Know
In a matter of mere minutes, his behaviour transforms from loving to abusive. She suffers the blows silently, even in her misery playing the part of the obedient, respectful wife. A woman is chided by society for her loud and brash manner; background music meant to tug at one’s heartstrings accompanies the sermon they deliver… Continue reading My Article on The Hindu thREAD
A few years ago, I volunteered with an NGO in Jerusalem that cares for people with varying levels of intellectual disability, including Down Syndrome and autism. I had tumbled into it with no prior experience or knowledge of Hebrew, and I wasn’t sure what to expect or how I would respond. The originally-planned 3-month trip turned… Continue reading What is ‘Normal’, Anyway?
“He walked, one of many still abroad in the world, in the street. Every day gone with work unfinished, things to do, places to go, people to see, words to be spoken, a man himself unfinished, unfinishable, even by death unfinishable, even in birth unfinishable, a walker through days and nights until he is forty-seven all of… Continue reading One Day in the Afternoon of the World
[Dispatches from Israel/Palestine. September 2015.] When the alarm buzzed at the unnatural hour of half past four in the morning, I had to do everything in my power to resist turning it off, forgetting the world and going back to sleep. At Qalandia, however, schoolchildren half my age repeat this process day after day, of… Continue reading Morning at Qalandia