कागज़ का गुलाब
मौका ही नहीं होता था बात करने का। जब तक वह लड़की अख़बार लेने बालकनी में आती, तब तक राजू नीचे जा चुका होता। इन दोनों की ओर से मानो डोरबेल ही एक-दूसरे से बात करती थी…
Short stories
Poems
“Neither a village nor a city”
Milk went, Nandini came,
Ragi went, Prestige** came,
Rice went, Shobha*** came, my mother!
Green turned to yellow belt, my mother!
Photo essay
Women with Hooks: The Labour of the Women Who Clean Up After Us
These women carry a long, thin metal rod, bent into a hook at one end. They use it to poke through garbage and pull out recyclable materials. If we were ever to fashion a deity or goddess to represent this work in our society, she would be depicted with a hook in her hand and a sack slung over her bent back.
