The Madwoman in the Attic
Poem by Anju Devadas R D: ‘Ink spills like blood, / blotting the margins of her name. / Each word a bone, / each sentence, / a noose of syntax.’
The Village of Sewn Mouths
Poem by Anju Devadas R D: ‘They say the river hums here, / but no one sings along. / In this village, silence grows / like moss on every wall.’
At the Student Protests in Jantar Mantar, Dikshit Sharma turns his lens to the moments of collective solidarity—the trash collectors, the food delivery workers, the volunteers, the living community—to reveal the architecture which quietly carries history forward.