I think love smells of hospitals, white, merciless and the hands that touch it never come clean again. I have been a womb for a ghost. She tapped against my ribs, asking to be named, and I fool open my veins like doors. How sweet the feeling, like rain on a grave. But I didn't smelle…
They call it love for the motherland. But love that never leaves the lips is not love, it’s theatre. Every year, they raise the flag as if it were a holy relic, then lower their eyes when the ground beneath it drowns in filth. They sing the anthem with the breath of priests, then spit bet…
Fancy Bazar, Guwahati. A day before Saraswati Puja. If you’re a guy, you probably already know where this is going. You're not there because you want to be. You’re there because you have to be... You’re standing there, half-lost, half-bored, watching the madness unfold, girls excitedl…
If you ever find yourself traveling from Jalukbari to the airport in Guwahati, there’s a bridge you’ll pass, right in the middle of the journey in Dharapur area. It's nothing extraordinary at first glance. Just a strip of concrete connecting two lands: Kamrup Metropolitan on one side,…
The world is split into two. One part is busy rediscovering what already exists. Scientists, historians, and philosophers decode nature, uncover lost civilizations, and find meaning in things that have always been hidden. The other part? It creates. It brings into existence what was never…
White is a paradox. White, as we consider it the color of peace, seems calm, pure, whole, but it is not. It holds everything, every color, every shade, each fighting to exist within its brilliance. White is a collision, a restless state where joy clashes with sorrow, anger with love, and …
I have never truly experienced time, nor has anyone else. What is time? Time is actually changes! Time as we say can be said as present, future and past. Before going to the future and past let's us consider present. Time is a concept, a construct of the mind. But what we actually exp…
