Aditya Varma

The sun rise, and the sun sets, even though it feels to the contrary. This is a record of time passing when time doesn't pass, yet passes in a swish without you knowing of its passing. The birds haven't been informed of the lockdown. Let them be. Let them not know. Not know of such a thing ever.

The sun rise, and the sun sets, even though it feels to the contrary. This is a record of time passing when time doesn't pass, yet passes in a swish without you knowing of its passing. The birds haven't been informed of the lockdown. Let them be. Let them not know. Not know of such a thing ever.

The sun rise, and the sun sets, even though it feels to the contrary. This is a record of time passing when time doesn't pass, yet passes in a swish without you knowing of its passing. The birds haven't been informed of the lockdown. Let them be. Let them not know. Not know of such a thing ever.

A 15-year-old girl with autism attempts to write a mystery novel based on her hunt for the killer of a neighborhood cat.

In this endearing black comedy, a 65-year-old who can't take noisy Mumbai anymore sets off on a thwarted quest for Himilayan silence.

In Bombay's seedy-shiny film world, Manto and his stories are widely read and accepted. But as sectarian violence engulfs the nation, Manto makes the difficult choice of leaving his beloved Bombay. In Lahore, he finds himself bereft of friends and unable to find takers for his writings.

Masculinity alone is chaos, but together, you, me and us, we balance the world, together we are the harmony of existence and the symphony of love. Beyond genders and sexes, Masculinity is just the purest of the energy and the force. Beyond the object of hate, it's a chalice of love. We love without thinking and we hate without reasoning. But then why hate me for being a man? Let's open our eyes and dare to embrace this masculinity, this man which is a part of the same human that you are, in all its glory, in all its shades of black and white and grey. Lets celebrate Masculinity.