In the languid air, branches moved to and fro gently stirring blossoms that adorned these forests in summer. The winds carried broken petals across the road. Some days, riding an invisible current of air were butterflies that fluttered in clusters around plants. The sullen murmur of insects caught his attention. His nonchalant gaze followed our […]Read more "It’s all a game of survival, you know! We were around death, throughout. Men died before our eyes. Some we knew. Many we didn’t…"
Indefinite strike, indefinite trials, indefinite call to justice Brown, green and grey were their pots. In a haphazard line, they were left unattended near the hand pump at dawn. Everything ran dry in these regions: borewells, ponds, lakes, tanks, and even farmlands. Shadows of abandoned structures hung in corners. Dark omnipresent forms writhing on the […]Read more "‘If it doesn’t rain this year, what you see will turn into barren lands. Nothing will be spared’"
Summers were spiteful. And, that afternoon, was no different. We walked alongside the main road away from the village. In that brief instant, we were flung towards it again: spaces that defied warmth. Where sunken fields disappeared before sight, the winds became our only companions. The day got hotter. By the roadside, a small crowd […]Read more "‘Write down my name. Tell my story to anyone who’ll listen.’"
Scathing winds of summer, some called it. Fields were fraught with despair. The air eddied around them, longer than they could remember. It lasted forever. Each gust swept drifting leaves. Lurking though the grove, they stood apart. In ashen boughs and their scarce rustle, we heard their unsung sorrows. “We have problems. Too many of […]Read more "‘I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life in jail. So, I agreed to their demands’"