Aparajita Basu
Knowing and seeing
At twenty, stalking has become a past time of mine. Though it started out as inadvertent; a mere raised eyebrow at seeing the name,...
Village PErson: Singing Persian Brides
A split watermelon. Ripe and bursting, its seeds spilling out of its flesh. Women singing, talking, sifting rice. A wedding has passed, another is...