Prose

Johnson Baby’s Feast

Aug 30, 2026 | Education, Environment, General, Prose, Society & Culture

Johnson was scrubbing the paint off his hands with a rough stone. A stone he had carefully picked up from a small natural stream flowing through the coffee estate and draining into the gully that took the water to the coffee plants downstream. His hands were getting...

Is this a Barbaric Heaven?

Aug 22, 2026 | Education, Environment, General, Prose, Society & Culture

I was on a two and a half hour long bus ride back home, and I often listen to audio lectures or interviews on such journeys. On this particular journey, I was listening to something, and my attention was drifting as I had slept quite late the previous night. Suddenly,...

The Mystery Remains

Jul 25, 2026 | Education, Environment, General, Prose, Society & Culture

I often return to a memory from when I was not more than five years old. I was sitting outside my house with an empty milk packet in my hand. I washed it, poured a little water into it, and through the translucent plastic the water looked almost like ice. Like many...

The Value of Useless Skills

Jul 13, 2026 | Education, Environment, General, Prose, Society & Culture

One of the days in the last week of March in 2018 in Bangalore, I found myself attending a workshop on stone balancing. Strange as it sounds, it had been organised for teachers who had just finished the term. It was part of a retreat before we all went home for the...

When I realise I am alone

Feb 9, 2026 | Education, Environment, General, Poetry, Prose, Society & Culture

When I realise I am alone,my mind throws at me the most irresponsible ideas It says, come, it will be fun,and in the same breath it warns,What if you find yourself in danger? The old habit returnspinching the child and then rocking it to sleep,only to continue the...

Becoming an algorithm

Jun 4, 2025 | Education, Environment, General, Prose, Society & Culture

Royal Challengers winning the elusive trophy, children being subjected to intense violence in Palestine and everything inbetween rests in my palm and changes at the instruction of my fingertip. I live this life with all these fighting to engage with my measuring mind....