you and me, as flesh
Poem by Maansi Sharma: ‘the rabbit on my foot, startled like the river, / coursing through the bed, giggling at our feet. / there is soup and bread and tea and honey for the quiet ache. / we don’t need to eat god for breakfast.’
Singer-songwriter Ady Manral introduces his music documentary from Landour, a visual EP rinsed with the lush sights and sounds of monsoon in the Himalayan foothills.
With brutal carnage presented with celebratory beats, Dhurandhar: The Revenge pushes viewers towards a stony insensitivity, creating a sense of heightened tempo and exhilaration without moral recoil. By Abin Chakraborty
Poem by Maansi Sharma: ‘the rabbit on my foot, startled like the river, / coursing through the bed, giggling at our feet. / there is soup and bread and tea and honey for the quiet ache. / we don’t need to eat god for breakfast.’
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.