Kali, our beloved buffalo, has recently given birth and decided that scarcity is a ridiculous concept. Postpartum and positively luminous in her own way, she produces milk in quantities that feel vaguely mythological, even after Seti, her beautiful calf, has drunk herself into a blissful stupor. By nature’s design, the more suckled, the more the maternal body gives. In this generous economy, human hands coax…
As the buck moon wanes, Little A, filled with emotion and mortification, stumbled for words to express the absence of empathy in humanity. Squatting in moonlight, streams of tears flushed his sticky cheeks. He had witnessed the cold killing of his extraordinarily large tadpole, at first mistaken as a fish, ripped apart by deft and nimble fingers as little as his. He was vehement to…
We set foot in the valley of Kashmir in 1988. Just barely before the Insurgency broke out in 1989. A young tween then, I was oblivious to what we were to encounter. We had somehow captured a slice of ‘Heaven on Earth’ before the tragic events of Kashmir would come into play. The shikhara was traversing a pristine mirrored lake reflecting white snow-filled mountains and…