Swathi SriramMaps guide usA silhouette of solitude — a bunch of leaves that spike and poke, like stationary spindles on a needle. Black and white.Apr 29, 2020Apr 29, 2020
Swathi SriramFreedomThe teal sky welcomes its newest pal– a bird, in place of airplanes; seen through wrought iron windows.Apr 24, 2020Apr 24, 2020
Swathi SriramA bunch of corianderThis morning I oiled my hair and washed it. My hair usually fell in beautiful dark brown ringlets all over my shoulder, on normal days…Apr 10, 20201Apr 10, 20201
Swathi SriramWhose God is it anyway?I spent much of my days indoors — fed a pigeon that brought its entire clan over, gave birth to more pigeons and shat unceremoniously all…Apr 4, 2020Apr 4, 2020
Swathi SriramPineapple on pizzaMy eyes opened. I woke up unbelievably aware of the time. It was 4 am, signalled by the arrival of devotees at the Lalbaugcha Raja market…Apr 2, 2020Apr 2, 2020
Swathi SriramWhere I grew upThe piece originally appeared on my personal site.Nov 24, 2019Nov 24, 2019
