If you’ve ever had a Sindhi friend, chances are you would have definitely tasted the koki.
The journey from Sindh to Gujarat
When all is lost, what does one hold on to? A photograph, a piece of heirloom, an important document?
During the Partition of 1947, over 700,000 Sindhi Hindus were forced to leave their homeland, what
From objects of narrative
Fractured into fragments of non-existence
Transmits distant sounds
Of resistance.
Ivan Pozzoni, a renowned poet from Italy, shares his poetry
Ivan Pozzoni, born in Monza, Italy, in 1976, authored essays on Italian philosophers and the ethics and juridical theory of the ancient world. He
Now mirrors reflect only our face
Not our mind
Nor our soul, nor our dreams,
Didn’t you hear its screams?
Dr. Jernail Singh Anand, a renowned poet and writer from Chandigarh, India, shares his mystic poetry
Dr. Jernail S. Anand is a Chandigarh-based socialist campaigner, an ideologue who heads the International
Buffeted by three colleges which provide the street with ample clientele, Sindhi Colony is the ultimate paradise for food lovers.
IN the early-to-mid ‘90s, we used to visit Sindhi Colony, primarily for Frisbee, a video rental store — the only one in the area. In the late ‘90s, the area became popular for small bandis
We must love, develop our homeland, right here, because to love the homeland means to love freedom, life, and our language written in golden letters by patriots
Going away, moving away, moving, separation, hugging, saying goodbye, are the frequent words of these days, of the last months, of the last years.
I saw it last
