‘I lost count of the bruises of my body. I was tortured, assaulted and jailed. Now, death is all I hope for: Kawasi Hidme’

Something was awry in these forests. Dread roamed here. Cultivated in plenty amidst shrubs that barely held form, in isolated pathways where lay thorns and dead leaves, where the despair cried their last sigh, where in whispers one revealed shrouds of agony, was grief and loneliness. There in the wretched summer heat, away from the […]

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Manish Kunjam: ‘Adivasis deserve peace! We must end this war. There should be a dialogue between us and them…’

In late spring, the leaves changed colour. In some farmlands, we’d spot hues of yellow, red and ochre amidst trees in those places where the winds changed direction and brought rain. Flowers blossomed that month. Some withered and faded into creases of the soil. Sunk in the grass were fresh sprigs that sprung towards the […]

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