
Lost—In—Translation
“I love you…” No… not like that… Love should be confessed in the motherhood of languages—the mother tongue—the way your great granddad said it to his wife; Before the language

“I love you…” No… not like that… Love should be confessed in the motherhood of languages—the mother tongue—the way your great granddad said it to his wife; Before the language

Who tells your story decides how your story is told. A tale mutates each time it changes custodians. In this process of shape-shifting, a story is pried open, reshaped, rearranged,

The lights in the auditorium go off. The stage is set. We enter, hands and feet synchronised, with each other, and with the music. When we are on stage, we

The gestural marks of abstraction helped me to articulate the waves of feeling that exceeded — or at the very least resisted — language. -Ara Osterweil Between Her Body and

While sitting amidst the Trans-Himalayas in Ladakh, I came across this call for writings about translation on my friend’s Instagram story. Incidentally, just before I saw this story, I had

Dear L, Well before you were born, a part of me feared for you even while you were in the womb. The minute I was told you were a girl,
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