Brinda Bose & Prasanta Chakravarty The self-reflexive Stephane Mallarme, acutely aware of the limitations of language, acknowledges in his essay ‘Bucolique’ the inability of language to contain grandeur. Language cannot and should...
Read More →If each city is like a game of chess, the day when I have learned the rules, I shall finally possess my empire, even if I shall never succeed in knowing all the...
Read More →Rupleena Bose ‘Oh, disgraced Radha Rascal Krishna mounts the riverside Kadam-tree, Dear girl, step not into that river. Not the fair, not the village, not the ghat, Step not for your shame...
Read More →Pranabendu Dasgupta Charred Wood piece Whose stench do you carry along, charred wood piece? Is it my body of that prior birth that gutted my Hindu motherland? Am I not still alive in...
Read More →5, Residency Bungalow Camp Baroda Date: 7 July 1972 Shri H. B. N. Shetty Director of Industries and Commerce Chepauk Madras Dear Shri Shetty I have Mr. G. N. Raghavan’s letter No. 162821/HCA3/69...
Read More →Niharika Banerjea “To speak of sexuality, and of same-sex love in particular, in India today is simultaneously an act of political assertion, of celebration, of defiance and of fear” (Narrain and Bhan 2005,...
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