bewaqt: 11/05/2018 Sukli The village is marked by a clutch of Gulmohur trees on the narrow road that leads up to it. In a landscape coloured by intense summer heat, the village appears quiet and slow, heaving from the day’s harsh sun. In a brown horizon, Sukli’s blooming Gulmohur trees lend their colour, marking the … Continue reading
26/02/2018‘We’d play until the moonrise’, she said, recalling her days as an eight year old, in Aligarh. Her face lit up every time a memory with Abbu in it, came forth. Abbu was the eyes with which the three children saw the world around their little home set amidst a sea of farm on all … Continue reading Until the Moonrise
25/2/2018 In the bougainvillea shrubs by the fence, a Bulbul can be heard chirping. That is the only sound on the farm since morning. When the wind picks up, bamboo stocks can be heard rustling. This stay is about listening. And no running at all!