The Fuschia Tree
Editor's Note.
The melodies of our lives crisscross across the maps of our emotional terrain; they are the paths by which we chart our inner journeys.

If we peek between the notes, we find Time working its mysterious fingers through every tune. While rhythm imparts order to the musical experience, melody gives it a sense of continuity. It is the line that connects the dots, connects the performer to the audience, connects us to each other and to the transcendental experience of music.
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Striking a Spiritual Chord: In Conversation with Sattyananda.


By Varsha Reshamwala, Issue 24, Melody: A Different Tune
On one hand you have a flute, for example, which is made out of wood, a natural material, and on the other hand you have a synthesizer, which runs on electricity. Anything out of the ordinary is fascinates me...

From Chaos to Cosmos with a Basic Love of Things.


By Aneesha Bangera, Issue 24, Melody: A Different Tune
The name Basic Love Of Things came up in a conversation that we were having about enjoying the things we do at a very primal, basic level. The name sounded good but was too long...

Stomp: A Disembodied Comic.


By Amitabh Kumar, Prayas Abhinav, Guest Edited by Kiran Subbaiah, Issue 21, Folly: A wise fool, March 2013.
This comic was born out of a fractured moment. It was born in a moment which had nothing left to say. It was born in a moment that couldn’t describe itself. It was born on a day when the sun...

Siddharth Kararawal: The Revenge of the Tomato Masher.


By Veeranganakumari Solanki, Issue 18, Hunger, February 2013
Every human body has a hunger drain. It is the convoluted, elongated, whimsical and indispensable intestine. The hunger organ is quite similar to its relative, the kitchen drain...

Melon-choly.


By Payal Kapadia, Issue 18, Hunger, February 2013
<br/>Every time we eat, we encounter a memory. Of grandmothers making a special kind of pickle, left out to dry in the summer sun or perhaps of the delicious aroma of that curry prepared...

The Heart of the Matter.


By Varsha Reshamwala, Issue 17, Love, February 2013
Love, that many-splendoured thing, is after all an elusive emotion. Yet a simple scribble of a heart conveys the feeling. It is not difficult to trace how hearts have come to capture our imagination...

Raqs Media Collective: On Triangles, Infinity and Learning Where to Stop.


Issue 16,The End is Where We Start from II, January 2013
The Raqs Media Collective is most often a triangle, sometimes a circle and often a shape elusive to geometry, a bubble, a building, a boat. In being, they create. In creating, they think and ...

Elaborate Sex Games of the Inanimate.


By Avni Doshi, Issue 16, Squares & Circles Issue, December 2012
A mosquito sits on the surface of the skin, inserts its syringe through layers of skin and draws out blood. Satiated, it flies away, leaving an itchy trace, a painful bump. Your mother will tell you not to scratch, that scratching makes it worse, that scratching will leave a mark.

Dreaming Art: Kartik Sood


By Kriti Sood, Issue 13, The Fiction Issue, October 2012
He would wear different colored socks… He loved wearing costumes and acting parts of characters he found on the street.

The Everyday Object in Art


By Veeranganakumari Solanki, Issue 11, Beauty And The Useless, September 2012
Veeranganakumari Solanki makes a slide show of 11 artists who utilize everyday objects and rid them of their functionality.

Making “Sense” of Food.


By Manjari Kaul, Issue 9, Food Art, May 2012
Women are ever so often compared to food in a manner that reduces them to commodities to be consumed by men. Read menu in a restaurant in Chicago “Double D Cup breast of Turkey. This sandwich is so BIG".

The Pea And The Princess.


By Lara Sinha
Her giant plastic head with large, tear-shaped eyes and no mouth (voice) reveals, beneath the humor, a grim outlook on a world where it is difficult to be oneself.


Meaning: In Search of Significance

Rhythm: Ordering Time
Wonder: Between Nature and Art.
Inertia: Being Both Twice.
Coincidence: Fortune's Strange Math.

Dhrupadi Ghosh is an old friend of mine. We have often had long sessions of adda late at night, discussing her dream projects since her college days at Santiniketan, where she majored in Sculpture.