Walking on Moving Sands

Walking on Moving Sands

I was just like you.
I came here, walking on moving sands, searching for a home.
To move on, to find some meaning, to find some love. Continue reading Walking on Moving Sands

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What are we celebrating? The ‘Harvest festival’?

What are we celebrating? The ‘Harvest festival’?

Our majestic bull is dying and so will a part of our identity. Our farmers and crops are dying. City folk will realise this alarming situation when one day they walk into Anjappar and realise that their biriyani is now made of Basmati rice and not Seeraga Samba. Continue reading What are we celebrating? The ‘Harvest festival’?