If India was a heart, pulsing and beating in my palm, then the National Highway 66 was a pounding capillary with traffic as steady as the flow of blood. Sixty meters of rugged ebony asphalt and mud-ridden intersections, the National Highway 66 guided everything, from taxi drivers with beetle juice between their teeth to bickering […]
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where death goes, varanasi trails with her eyes closed. her swinging hips, bells on her lips, a bow-legged creature garlanded in the scent of coal ashes. ganga laps at her toes, the frothy tides coated in the charred remains of what was. but where death goes, varanasi follows in footstep. her dusky hair, and marigold […]
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My aunt was still young when the train shuddered— wheels skidding into early graves, the shriek of broken gears. A hazy elegy, a bomb, then three. That moment, muted and comatose—its seed still asleep under her tongue, still born in salted earth, beneath the headstone of a tiring before and a bouquet of tired […]
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Kanchan 