CR Report 17^th June ’17: …and June Trembles Like a Butterfly

Amidst the sure but soft foreshadows in the darkening sky, the air dense with humidity and the city holding its breath for the rain that was playing a teasing mischievous hide and seek, the black board of Cappuccino Readings at Kitab Khana announced a stellar line up of poets last Saturday, 17th June ’17. The poets slated to read were PRIYA SARUKKAI CHABRIA, RANJIT HOSKOTE, ARJUN CHOUDHURI, PRABODH PARIKH, MUSTANSIR DALVI, BARNALI RAY SHUKLA and SCHEREZADE SIOBHAN. Sadly, Priya met with a rather nasty mishap that morning and was not able to be with us. However, Priya’s poetry was read out very ably by Anil Sequiera and, to that extent, while wishing her a speedy recovery, Cappuccino Readings and everyone present there felt that she was with us.

The evening commenced with Anil reading from Priya Sarukkai Chabria’s…

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Vanishing

June 15, 2016June 15, 2016Leave a comment

Every other day I read about the fisherman. You know him too. The one who never comes back home. How do we lose him? Why is he not home even the next day? It is not the seas that has claimed him. There is so much salt in those waters, no one would know his tears.

No one but his mother is interested in his life. His wife is not sure she wants the next baby. She rarely sees him. She wants her baby to know the father. The granny speaks about his fate line? But his wife doesn’t believe in palmistry. There is only one line that she fears and she is not ready to speak till her husband comes home. We will wait LB South 4

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We draw parallels

May 14, 2015May 14, 2015Leave a comment

The only common thing in a journey. It has a beginning.

The question is , which we rarely ask ourself , is where did it exactly begin.

The obvious begins with what is tangible and ticketed.

But there is a journey that reveals new perspectives.

So much before this train journey on September 2014 with Arun Varma , our Director of Photography , there started a need to not stay in boundaries . That is where the cracks began