
The Presence of your Absence: Grieving as Translation
There is a story—part musicology, part myth—that Johann Sebastian Bach wrote the Chaconne, the monumental
There is a story—part musicology, part myth—that Johann Sebastian Bach wrote the Chaconne, the monumental
Pramila Shetty, a.k.a. Pamu, my mother, started cooking at an early age as a daily
Whether for the love of the story, or because of a colonial hangover we have
“All Activists on the Freedom Flotilla have been Abducted by Israel” There is a crow
I never learned to grieve for my father. That language was perpetually distant to me.
छोरी चली परदेस, मायका सुना हो गया, आंगन की कोयल भी चुप, गीत अधूरा हो
Thread by thread, the intricate art of embroidery in Baloch society unfolds a profound language
Sometimes, I wonder if my grandmother still speaks to me. In 2022, the woman I
The language used to talk about menstruation is rarely neutral. Across cultures, fiction, law, and
“Walls are publishers of the poor!” – this famous line by Eduardo Galeano, an Uruguayan
Lovers of book clubs will know that the act of reading together makes for a
Inviting stories in creative nonfiction that explore the subject of translation, in and beyond language.
Let’s travel to the India of the 1950s, a country redefining itself in the wake
The protest against the Bodh Gaya Temple Act of 1949 continues at the Domuhan grounds,
The protagonist Saleem Sinai’s fate in Salman Rushdie’s Booker Prize-winning novel Midnight’s Children (Jonathan Cape,
I write a letter, not to a person, place, thing. But a letter to a
I do not remember the first time I said ‘teslam eedek’ to my mother. It
My mother and her sisters were born at a table where harm was never too
Some people graduate once in a generation. My oldest memories are of seeing a room
Jyoti used to live in Gagodhar, a small village in the Ujjain district of Madhya
The picture of a standing mother in a kitchen is ubiquitous. From dawn till beyond
I After a night’s sleep intermittently interrupted by sharp, penetrative period cramps, announcing the arrival
Hey, It has taken me months to pen this down—a letter I suppose I’m writing
The machinery of our global capitalist economy is designed to exploit caregiving and domestic labor,
Seeing my mother hate the kitchen and my aunt love it, I was very confused.
Gantala Press, a Filipino women’s press that I founded while employed in a private library,
For an audio-visual project on outward migration from Bihar, I was speaking to professor Brahma
For the longest of times, women are portrayed… No. Not even portrayed. Simply, “Women belong
The marketplace is not merely a place of trade; it is a realm of labor,
Asako Yuzuki’s Butter lures readers in with its hypnotic bright yellow cover, much like margarine.
A handbook is an assortment of guidelines or instructions on a specific topic. But a
For some, Women, Labour, and Resistance may seem like disconnected terms—each standing alone, with no
We’re ending the year with this call for inspiration. Every year it feels we are
After nearly three years, I came to see you. I was certain that you would
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