Issue 6: Summer 2015
Adjusting to calling myself blind was like adjusting to calling myself a wife, or a mother. It changes how people see you – how you see yourself.
I entered one of the conference rooms to find everyone huddled around a radio. Indira Gandhi: shot. Shot. The word in English is more onomatopoeic than we realize.
She asked me not to sit
Not to touch anything
Or even be touched
The pastels used to coat windowed
Barriers against the chill of Rajasthan’s
November—-another strain of roof.
Closed eyes dusted with ash
Charcoal and red it clings to the skin
Ebony, brown or white?
|Essays & Interviews||
Balancing on the tricky tightrope between “Indian” and “American” already felt hard enough without throwing language into the mix. I occupied this space of linguistic liminality, neither feeling completely bilingual nor completely monolingual.
Acting and writing fulfill two distinct needs in me. I’ve always looked at them as facets of storytelling, which is my central passion. In fact when I act I ‘write’ my character and scene as I do it, and when I write I act out the characters and scenes in my mind. So the two are inextricably linked.
…Paper and origami teach me the true sense of tolerance. You fold it, crumple it or slash it, paper sustains everything and produces a beautiful piece of art.
Towards the end of Atmospheric Embroidery, one realizes that Alexander’s angst about dislocation is no longer dictated by the geographical or cultural, but rather by the metaphysical.
Susmita Bhattacharya’s debut The Normal State of Mind is not your typical novel. Here is a book dealing with big subject matters: the limitations put upon widowed women, the illegality of homosexuality in modern day India.
Olivier Lafont’s debut novel, Warrior, is a frenetic, adrenalin-charged fantasy caper. Its hero, Saamu, is a Indian demi-god and must save the world from an imminent apocalypse.