
Sreelaya Vuyyuru
writer
Articles by Sreelaya Vuyyuru
Indian Cinema is an ill-structured thing with pleasing aesthetics and flawed characters. The dialogue “Mard ko Dard Nahi Hota” sums up precisely what part of I
I never really had a definite answer to the question, “Who is your greatest role model?” It was always confusing for me because I had never been so inclined to
Trigger Warning: The following content contains a description of abuse and murder which is potentially disturbing. Readers’ discretion is advised.
[Trigger Warning] The following reading contains potentially distressing information about murders, violence, and brutality in relation to Nazist practices. The
Beneath the wild sky, Here I stay in the busiest of cities. I am the tree outside your glazed windows, Swaying away to every puff of the wind. Bazillions