20-something-year-old sisters Vishala and Kamakshi Khurana have recently set up the Sound Space, a place where they cure everything from physical and mental stress to schizophrenia with a soothing mix of classical music, instruments, movement, chanting, yoga, tarot, and chakra alignment. After a recent set of workshops in Bombay, they
Let me start off with a little context. Every summer, New York City organises 'Shakespeare in the Park'. Plays take place every day, all through the summer, once a day. The tickets are free and have to be picked up on the day of the play. Each person
The Oxford English Dictionary defines the word ‘beguiling’ as an adjective that means ‘clever at attaining one's ends by indirect and often deceptive means, such as charm and enchantment’. If there could be only one word to describe British folk-revival singer-songwriter Laura Marling, it would be this one.
“... waking dreams are of the power and the glory. And of death, of course. Especially death.”---The Sandman, Sleep of the Just. Long, long ago, in a realm far, far away, lived a girl who was one of the seven Endless. For one day, once in every hundred years, she
It is not uncommon to have a Bengali filmmaker pick on Tagore’s novels as a subject for his vision. Satyajit Ray, Tapan Sinha, and Tarun Majumdar did it. It is not surprising then that one of the most acclaimed Bengali filmmakers of our time also turns to Tagore’s
Curious things are written about love. It is transformed into bottomless objects and never-ending rainbows in the sky. It is given more avatars than all our gods, and it definitely has more believers. Being in love is that feeling one can’t fathom, and yet, it drives most of one’
Kerala is not a labyrinth, nor is it a black hole. Yet, time and again, stories have been smuggled in, weaved into the backdrop and awkwardly hoisted up as a frame. Once a character has been transported to a place that, like any other, is deeply embroiled in its own
The sun sulks gloomily behind the clouds, prowling far beyond similar looking drapes and windows, its powerful strides now like a ritual dance that has lost its function. The gaze of its tired eyes has grown so weary behind the bars that when it finally pierces the darkness of a