Of Mahalaya, Memories, and Moksha
Personal Essay by Mallika Bhaumik: At the Bengali festival for the goddess, the pomp and grandeur involved in the worship of ‘Nari Shakti’ is in stark contrast to the apathy shown towards the Durgas whom we come across every day.
‘My days are palm leaves, varied, swaying’: Two poems by Mallika Bhaumik
Two poems by Mallika Bhaumik: ‘The vagueness of love runs down / the steps of a baoli, / we could have been born sometime in future, / time yet to be born to us’.
What’s in a name? India has a long history of rebranding cities, streets, and buildings to reflect the political influence of the time. Instead of this empty tokenism, Vipin Labroo argues for the country to shift priorities towards its more pressing concerns.