Sahitya Poonacha

Moments I stand silently In the midst of moments In this station of life As years like trains pass by I see moments getting on And getting off Moments of people With no guarantee Of ever meeting again. ©literati_sp

I am just a collection of my sins A collage Of dismantled pieces Kept in place With a little bit of purity Everything and nothing All at once. ©literati_sp

City of dreams You filled my heart with joy Once upon a time Your gates to me Were heaven's doorstep As time went by And I paid a visit A pilgrimage of sorts I found your flaws In dark alleys In your sirens at night On the sides of streets Those you crushed Between your steel-clad teeth Looking up helplessly at me In your loneliness You turned Into a city of nightmares You are the only myth I regret believing in.

It hadn't sunk in that she had left. Perhaps she hadn't.

Did you see me? Missed chances, misunderstandings and a whole lot of love.

Once she left, she had never anticipated coming back. It was a known fact that the people of Neverville were peculiar, with their strange secrets and odd habits, every person a little weirder than the other. Life had drawn her back to the town, but would she be able to leave again?

What starts off as a movie night alone at home for Amyra slowly begins to turn into a nightmare, or is it just her imagination?

A walk through the buried history of the Kodavas of Kodagu (Coorg), their colonial past and post-colonial quest for representation. If we begin with the Kodavas, we must first speak of Kodagu. The hill station tucked away in the Western Ghats of south India which eventually turned into a mnemonic device for the Kodavas. Home to a tribe of warrior clans, never quite well-placed in the caste structure, addressed little in the media, and with little self-reflection by Kodavas themselves. Although,