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her son is dead, she is alive. the endless agony of this careens through an entire day: morning,...
Read MorePosted by indrani robbins | Apr 11, 2018 | Film |
her son is dead, she is alive. the endless agony of this careens through an entire day: morning,...
Read MorePosted by indrani robbins | Apr 7, 2018 | sarees tell stories |
it’s a favourite saree of mine, and now it’s fraying. a strange kind of pain at this...
Read MorePosted by indrani robbins | Mar 28, 2018 | Espresso Shots |
the tiny dark man in spotless white dhoti and panjabi – in bengal the kurta has been called that...
Read MorePosted by indrani robbins | Feb 28, 2018 | Poetry |
the desert has romance in it you can feel it in the silence catch in in your hands and watch it...
Read MorePosted by indrani robbins | Jan 17, 2018 | Rambles, Rhymes and Tales |
i’m zooming through space. social media space. social, that’s what it’s being...
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