Time is out of joint -Kaushik Sunder Rajan A fragment about mourning: for those we love most, and for those whose names we cannot know. When my father died, a close friend of mine was in Palestine, attending to the dying during the 2014 bombing of Gaza. She told me…
Articles by Kimberly Miller
Read More
Camera Lucida: Reflections on Photography -Roland Barthes 1980 It is said that mourning, by its gradual labour, slowly erases pain; I could not, I cannot believe this; because for me, Time eliminates the emotion of loss (I do not weep), that is all. For the rest, everything has remained motionless….
Savithri (Sunder’s Mother) Some reminiscences about my son http://sunder.wpengine.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/03/Voice-006.mp3
MEMORIES OF RAJU –Rama (Parmesh) In the late fifties, as a young girl I remember my road trips to Valavanur with my parents,sometimes on the way to Trichy.The village atmosphere which was enthralling, with fertile and lush green fields, was very new for a city bred girl like me. A…
Sunder: A tribute –Ram (P.C. Ramakrishna) [Ram and Sunder became friends in college, a friendship that would endure for the next 50-odd years. The changes that happened in their lives after college—marriage, children, careers, distance—only strengthened it. Ram was away in the U.S during Sunder’s last illness and passing, but…