Tag:Indian Ruminations

During the last days of the Farmers protest at the borders of Delhi against the three farm bills introduced by the Union government, Sreerag PS, Associate Editor of Indian Ruminations spoke with All India Kisan Sabha (AIKS) leader Vijoo Krishnan about the deep rooted crisis faced by the farmers in the country.

(Third Floor)A nonchalant company label,Atop the elevator panel reads“Committed to people flow.” I descend, to a lower level.Shoulders stoop, the diaphragm allows,Some discontent to uneasily...

The story entails the political-historical period of the 1970s when the Dalit Panther movement was soon, to begin with, the influence of the Black Panther movement of the west. The following short story speaks of the relationship of two sisters under the premise of the revolution.

A request by a prisoner for a pair of pants to be sent to him in jail might seem unremarkable. So it is, except that in this case, Fr. Stan Swamy, the one who pleaded for it, intended it not for himself but for a fellow prisoner who couldn’t afford to buy one.

It was spring - Anisha’s favourite season. She went to the lawn of her house with a little thesaurus in her hand. She loved learning antonyms. Somehow, the ten-year-old girl was fascinated that everything in this world had its own opposite. Obedience and rebellion. Submissive and assertive. Conformity and non-conformity. Words were relational, she realised at an early age. Male had meaning only because of the existence of its opposite- female. Good was significant because of the presence of evil.

Deep within, the Recluse and his Muse sit arm in arm. Limbs intertwined in passion. The Recluse indulges his Muse, Time forgotten, space confined. I am without you, within you, the Muse muses. I am the screams of silence.

Today, collective memory, defined as a people’s shared interpretation of a common past, is becoming increasingly thought of as integral to the formation of...

Things were better when she wasn’t here, Days and nights were passing reading Shakespeare, I would sit on the window looking on the...