Posts by Sudhanva Shetty

Autobiography Of a Historian

History.   What do you think history is?   History is never about the deaths and genocides for you, is it? It is always about poetic triumphs and bugles blowing across blood-red fields for you.   A re-enactment of history in your imagination is never without excessive background music and emotionally manipulative orations.   You have been taught of history as a thing to be proud of, a thing to

Aylan

<script async src=”//pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js“></script> <!– taw-responsive –> <ins class=”adsbygoogle”      style=”display:block”      data-ad-client=”ca-pub-3446446293618986″      data-ad-slot=”1428227755“      data-ad-format=”auto”></ins> <script> (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); </script> “Why are we running, Mother?” the three-year-old boy asked. “Because there is a better life awaiting you, my son.”   The desert was dark and desolate, as always. The small company of four was fleeing from their hostile homeland to less hostile foreign

Ode to AIDS

Bruised amidst the endless abyss of the mob so stealth, I lay in the wilderness of thought, clueless of what I felt. I had finite dusk-ridden sunsets ere the cards were dealt To herald the morose bugles of my swiftly fading health.   I detested the corrupted blood that ran through my veins; Helpless like apteryx, but I had never accepted my ill destiny. My heart yearned for the past

The Prostitute

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Korea

<script async src=”//pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js“></script> <!– taw-responsive –> <ins class=”adsbygoogle”      style=”display:block”      data-ad-client=”ca-pub-3446446293618986″      data-ad-slot=”1428227755“      data-ad-format=”auto”></ins> <script> (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); </script> She was gazing at a land of hilly terrain from a land of hilly terrain. At a land with a 2400 km coastline from a land with a 2400 km coastline. At a land of summer rainfall from a land of summer rainfall.