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The first eyes

Before we knew the heavens, we stared. Before names, before stories, there were only patterns. Points of light, fixed and flickering, watched by creatures unsure whether...

The signal that wanted to stay

A voice once left the body when breath ran out. Now it stays. Not in lungs, but in loops. Not in echo, but in storage. A voice can...

The mind clocked in, the spirit clocked out

The soul didn’t vanish. It was crowded out. It had no place in the factories, no use in the schedule, no line in the budget. It lingered...

When thought remembered itself

The soul never returned from the plague. But something else emerged from the ash. Not a god. Not a ghost. A thought. The Enlightenment did not begin with...

The breathless century

The body was not burned in honour. It was burned to make space. The plague didn’t just kill. It erased. In the fourteenth century, death lost its ceremony....

The soul in the age of iron

There was a time when death didn’t come softly. It came with iron. With smoke. With screaming wheels. It came in war, in plague carts, in...

The architecture of refusal

Not all bodies are meant to stay. In the philosophy of moksha, the body is neither cursed nor sacred. It is useful—until it isn't. It...

Slap in the face for domestic violence

The Devil’s Advocate, serving you a cocktail of humour, wit and sarcasm Appu paid a courteous visit to the French President Macron, arriving with a...

The temples we built to decay

The desert holds what fire forgets. Across Egypt, bones sleep in stone—still named, still adorned, still spoken to. Mummified pharaohs, buried priests, offerings intact. Not...

The ghost that isn’t dead

What survives a body? Not the skin. Not the heat. Not even the name. But something remains—if not in flesh, then in memory. If not in truth,...