Unknown faces would pass by Kali all day. Some waited for him to finish his story. Some left without listening. Nonetheless, he stood there everyday making his voice heard, his presence felt. “Today, I tell his story. It’s the least I could do to keep his memory alive. My father died five years ago. His real […]Read more "Day 33 (Part 3): ‘We have learnt to draw boundaries on water today’"
They were everywhere — ruins and remnants protruding through the sand; a haunting reminder of a world that once was. Exuding the reverence of an isolated realm, Dhanushkodi glistened in the afternoon sun. We dried off and drove towards a large collapsing structure falling into a gentle ruin. Soon, we parked the jeep nearby and […]Read more "Day 33 (Part 2): ‘Everyone my father knew ceased to exist’"
We were woken up by temple bells tolling in a distance. A whirlwind of rhythms and chants echoed in the air. Like a stormy tempest, the sounds swept through the streets; surging and dying at every corner. Clad in saffron, sadhus slept on pavements. Their matted dreadlocks lay limp in the scorching heat while the […]Read more "Day 33 (Part 1): En route to land’s end amidst lapping waves and abandoned shores"