-Translated by Ministhy S Those who tell stories, and those who write them, are the ones cursed by life. It was Ramaniyamma who planted the root of that great truth in my mind. The ghostly spectre- part of Lord Shiva’s entourage- called Pushpadantan, doomed to be born as a human because he dared to narrate stories; ‘Vetalam’ aka Betaal, who hung upside down to watch stories unfolding, and Dostoevsky, who hurled his own life into the burning wild fire of experiences for discov

-Amelia Walker Limen sounds like line. Which it is, in the sense of being something you can cross. A threshold, my online dictionary tells me. An edge. Something that runs between two spaces or states, joining or dividing them or both, depending where you stand and how you see. Yes, in these senses, a limen is a line. Yet it is also more than a line. Or maybe a reminder that all lines are already more than lines. Draw one, you’ll see what I mean. Don’t worry. It needn’t be ne

-Vijayakumar Thulasisingam A kitchen professional by the name of Jayanthi was appointed at our house, a month before the COVID lockdown, in the year 2019. She comes from a humble background, carries herself with dignity, and always arrives neatly dressed. Her dedication to work and warm nature has made her an invaluable part of the household. She comes by 8.30 a.m. and prepares breakfast, lunch and dinner. Jayanthi has a hunch back and yet, during the COVID times, she used to

I grew up hating my own pale skin because I was the outsider in a mixed-race family. Later, I realized I wasn’t born to love a man either. Passing as white and straight gave me a disturbing window into people’s unspoken prejudices. The worst part? It's the prejudice people hide—because then there's no room for dialogue, no chance for change.

A young male was diagnosed with Congenital idiopathic scoliosis (CIS) and back pain, localized to the mid-thoracic region. The pain was exacerbated by sporting activities and had been present for a year.

To serve people well is not a task of function, but of form and soul, like crafting a poem. It requires vision, courage, and the ability to see beauty where others refuse to look.

He had never been to India—and we had never met—but he crossed continents alone, chasing connection. In just weeks, he transformed from a quiet traveler to part of our family. What he really came looking for wasn’t adventure—it was belonging. He had never been to India—and we had never met—but he crossed continents alone, chasing connection. In just weeks, he transformed from a quiet traveller to part of our family. What he came looking for wasn’t adventure—it was belonging

Rahul couldn’t speak, but his mind remembered everything—even mobile numbers after hearing them once. While teachers ignored him, his classmates cared. His mother carried him up three floors daily until she couldn’t anymore. It wasn’t his disability that pushed him out—it was our lack of acceptance.