August 24, 2025 Fast? Our age thrives on speed. Our feeds refresh every second. New shows are watched in a single weekend. Albums are skimmed for the “best” songs. And our reading lists keep growing even though most books never make it past the first chapter. Art , it seems, is being consumed like fast food—quickly, in large quantities, and with very little thought. But culture was never meant to be swallowed whole. It was meant to be savored like the we get or the curry our mothers make....

August 31, 2025 There’s a special kind of happiness that only a college corridor can provide, and it starts the moment you decide to find your classroom armed with nothing but optimism, a leaky pen, and the naïve belief that room numbers follow a linear sequence. You step onto campus feeling heroic, like Theseus entering the labyrinth, except your thread is a screenshot of last semester’s timetable, your Minotaur is the admin clerk who sighs in Roman numerals, and your guiding oracle is a...

the taste of cold days Oranges, Kwai and Winter ...is a poem about the winter months in Shillong. It captures what it feels like to walk through the localities—breathing in the smells, listening to the sounds, and catching glimpses of the everyday drama unfolding in people’s kitchens. Children playing skoi, with rosy cheeks that smell of Boroline and scraped knees. Mothers, all wrapped up in their tapmohkhlieh and jaiñkyrshah , shouting at them for not wearing their sweaters, socks, and...