Proclaiming travel as a personality trait is a cheat code to appearing more interesting, a postured and easy indicator of ‘cool’ to others. If we quantify being interesting as the sum of different experiences in a man’s life, then sure, an avid traveller might win, having ‘seen’ more than someone who stayed in the comfort of their abode hooked to their laptop.
Author: Kuyili Karthik
The candle flame flickers in a languid dance. Its golden tongue licks across my wall, dimming as the wick sinks in the melted pool.
It was only through reading migrating authors like Plath, Joseph Conrad, Michael Ondaatje, and Jean Rhys that I discovered the possibility of my voice.
How are we so certain that the law, and the God who makes it, is right? Director Mohammad Rasoulof is…
Neither the enamoured men, nor the viewfinder, nor the audience, witness Parthenope’s inner psychology. Dialogue is airy and oblique, with quotable aphorisms and pithy witticisms feeling hollow.
“Confidenza” doesn’t exactly mean trust: the word’s meaning is twisted and changing much like the relationships between the film’s characters.
Perhaps each diasporic recollection of home, its sounds and sights, has to be filtered through a foreign lens. Equally, in the opposite direction, I will keep a keen ear for whatever chords sound like the Carnatic raga, and whatever words sound like my rusty mother tongue.
In ‘Quiet Resonance’, he celebrates humanity’s kernel of goodness, the beauty of human interaction with nature, and the power of art to glimpse the divine.
Reading Rebecca is like looking into a truthfully unflattering mirror. The more I identify with the nameless narrator, a young woman who splinters with insecurity when she marries a widower, I grapple with what it means to love as a woman.
I pose Siddartha’s question to you: “Have you also learned that secret from the river, that there is no such thing as time?” As a girl from a long line of saree-wearers, I say yes.
