Reflections
January 1979. Dehra Dun winter: the kind of cold that makes your thoughts brittle and your lies freeze on the way out. We did PT in blazers and flannels because changing into whites felt like a luxury the mountains hadn’t approved. Boxing season. An annual plague in the name
Reflections
I woke up to the thought of the Bennu. A mythological creature from Egypt, it was a large bird with vibrant gold and red feathers and a majestic crest on its head. Its abode was atop the ben-ben stone – the pyramid shaped outcrop of land, the very first piece of
Reflections
The first is wrapped in night; the second, bathed in light. Between them — a lifetime learning what it means to arrive. The first frame: I’m standing outside a hospital on a clear, but impossibly dark night. The air hums — charged, uncertain — as if it knows something momentous is about