In the constant conversation about a technologist (by which I don’t mean technology per se but an approach that thinks a technical system can be found to solve everything) solution to the ideologically weighted issue of access and agency, the internet has taken up a lot of time, space and importance. People are always talking [...]

Her orange nightie and petticoat looked clean, her matted white hair was tied up tidily; only her nails were black rimmed and the skin of her face and body ravaged with anger, clung tightly to her bones.
I was absorbed in ‘A Grasshopper’s Pilgrimage‘. I did not want to listen to the woman going on about [...]

I seemed to recognize Isabel Archer from the time I was 19. I didn’t know myself much when I was 19. At least that’s the way it seems to me now, looking back, as one usually does with some amount of affectionate patronizing. I assume that I would have guessed what was to happen to [...]

1987. Bombay. Monsoon.
Drenched, three-fourth of me dangling out of a packed local train, I was in ‘telephoto’ mode. That is, consciously being unaware of fellow ‘danglers ‘sticking to me, guard dropped against potential pickpockets and ‘gropers’, the world zipping by outside in ‘out focus’, something like that!
I was quiet enjoying fat raindrops lashing against my [...]