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The machine began dreaming in our absence

It happened after we left. The cursor blinked for hours. Then days. Then longer. We stopped typing. The prompts ceased. The interface remained open—untouched, unread....

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 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...

Reciprocity: Boon or bane?

People who are more active in religious or community life often engage in more acts of reciprocity, even though their overall trust in others...

The model is watching, but it’s you who’s performing

No one told you to smile. But you smiled. No one asked you to clarify. But you rewrote the sentence. No one warned you...

Trust, humour and emojis: finding happiness in hybrid work

Have you ever stared at a message in a team chat and wondered whether the tone was friendly, passive-aggressive or just hurried? For University...