The Woman [Un]interested

She was sitting by the side of the aisle with the child tucked between her legs looking at the moving tracks sedated. Her face is grim and crisscrossed with ageing lines. Her eyes fixated and lips unmoved. Continue reading

The Stone Chariot of Kakatiyas

In the ruinous forecourt of the fort, the stone chariot (now broken at the front) stands motionless. The carriage must have been, centuries ago, pulled by horses or oxen as Queen Rudramma—the first-ever, Hindu woman ruler drove it through the battlefield. I wonder how they put each part of the stone carriage to the lever and make it move. Continue reading

The Lonely Girl on the Stairs

She remains seated with her auburn hair over the face—grim, stern jaw, pale, and saddened with her back to the luminous, sunshine wall and the stairs. Continue reading