Posted by PrachyaReview | Aug 27, 2018 | Story |
Maame’s three daughters were healers. They could tell which leaf cured poison and how to deal with a snake bite. And because death is life’s concubine, they also knew how to take life – swiftly, with a lot of...
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Dust Yes, there are wolves in India, though all you see are thickets moving in the wind, shimmering grass. They appear in the distance, eyes shining like water on a dry road, and disappear as you draw nearer, their loping...
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I adore the pair of swans, dwelling in the mind of the Great, subsisting entirely on the nectar of the blooming lotus of knowledge — Saundarya Lahari, Verse 38 The physicians had confirmed that his wife was dying. The tumor...
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In search of lost eternity in ROME (Proust may forgive me) I step out onto Via dei Funari into a mild sunshine on a Sunday morning. When my feet touch the cobble stones, I feel the vibration of the eternal city. Church bells...
Read MorePosted by PrachyaReview | Aug 26, 2018 | Review |
« The film follows 50 women from Syria, who were forcibly exiled in Jordan. They came together in autumn 2013 to create and perform their own version of The Trojan Women, the ancient Greek tragedy about the plight of women...
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