Or an account of reading Goat Days by Benyamin
Maneesh Madambath
Hello. This is Bombay Daak and you signed up for this when? I suppose it was when you read this or this or maybe this. Suffice to say these letters are…
Maneesh Madambath
Knock knock, whose Daak? I was writing mundane things down on a journal when I felt compelled to digress, and I wrote a breakdown of Things vs Objects:…
Maneesh Madambath
The morning is quiet, less buzz, less grey, maybe the days are changing. I am early into it, things will change in a bit, maybe I have an hour at hand.…
Maneesh Madambath
Or some questions on beauty in art
Maneesh Madambath
Hi! I don’t want to freak you out or something, but August is almost coming to a close. Two thirds of the year done! 😮 Where did the year go? Absolute…
Maneesh Madambath
Hi. Last year, I made an agenda early on to read exclusively Indian fiction, preferably the more mainstream ones. After about six to seven months of th…
Maneesh Madambath
Remembering Vijay Nambisan
Maneesh Madambath
My last letter, about Fahr El Nissa Zeid, came about in a serendipitous manner. I had no idea about her genius and her legacy and her life’s many confl…
Maneesh Madambath
The art of Fahr El Nissa Zeid
Maneesh Madambath
Dear Mr. Mask Maker, How are you? I hope your masks have kept you out of harm. I am safely perched on my top floor apartment. My building happens to be…
Maneesh Madambath
Or a letter on the subject of care
Maneesh Madambath