K.P.Poornachandra Tejaswi (A translation. I have only posted five chapters from the novel, here. You can read the rest, hopefully, when I find a publisher!) Chapter 1 You may be surprised why anyone ventured to name an intersection of roads, jettisoned in the vast expanse of forests, as Jugari Cross. You may also wonder why …
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Gum Trees are My Friends
My words have wings and a mind of their own. They sing when the skies are blue and when the breeze filters through the eucalyptus leaves. Unfortunately, they turned their back on me when I returned home to Cambridge. That explains a long silence in this space – I was reckoning means to deal with …
Between the Heaven and the Earth, We Live in the Clouds – Fieldnotes, Week 7
I have stayed away from writing for a while. Since the country had slumped into an extended or even a permanent, state of mourning, I could barely get myself to think or write anything. Not to mention, it is very debilitating to wake into a dull orange glow of smoke covered city, where one must …
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Hunting for Words
Writing about writing, in other words, some eccentric forms of meta-writing is an odd thing. The oddity takes various forms as the nature of what you must write on changes. These obscure assertions will not make great sense unless I confess that I have been forced to think about writing, more specifically translating, recently when …
The Bird in the Mirror
Ophelia and Tatyana are placed on the columns of the very Edwardian bay window. They are birds of course. Felted woollen ones I brought into the Department and placed on the windows to get rid of my constant loneliness. People aren’t good enough for that, you see. Often, I wonder if I am a borderline …
Defiant Ecologies 