228 pieces, gathered. Find a way in.
Yugas, the spin of the wheel, the same age of all things.
Pongal, Janmashtami, Vinayaka — each occasion meeting him afresh.
Whispers around Janmashtami and beyond.
The Ramayana threaded through daily life.
Shankara, Nataraja, and the still presence behind motion.
Parvati, Durga, Lakshmi, Saraswati — the many faces of the feminine.
The guardian, the remover of obstacles.
The four-day festival; he wrote in Tamil here, often.
On thresholds — Tamil, Gregorian, lunar.
Tributes, condolences, and quieter reckonings.
Written into the standstill.
On nationhood and democratic resolve.
A line, sometimes two — small enough to hold in a single breath.
Verses where he chose the mother tongue.
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Mantras and shlokas embedded in his reflections.