In a sea of human beings, it is difficult, at times even impossible, to see the human as being.
Modern life is a centrifuge; it throws people in every direction.
(n.) The act of migrating.
I didn't know where it would lead. I wanted things to develop naturally.
History in its broadest aspect is a record of man's migrations from one environment to another.
paradise seemed further away than India, but Hell had become a bit closer
You can leave your place you are sitting at without leaving that place either by playing music or by listening to music! Music is a migration to the unknown!
When this flood blocks the road I am worried more by my soil getting washed, than by getting late to reach my destination.
All sorts of strange people were around, people who looked more at home than she was, even the homeless ones who spoke no English, more at home maybe because they were younger, and when she went out i...
Charles Martel’s victory at the Battle of Tours in 732 is recognised for having prevented the spread of Islam throughout Europe.
When you are born--what you are born into, the place, the history of the place, how that history mates with your own-- stamps who you are, whatever the pundits of globalisation have to say.
But do you know this idea of the imaginary homeland? Once you set out from shore on your little boat, once you embark, you'll never truly be at home again. What you've left behind exists only in memor...
Exile is a dream of a glorious return. Exile is a vision of revolution: Elba, not St Helena. It is an endless paradox: looking forward by always looking back. The exile is a ball hurled high into the...
The fury of those nativists advocating wholesale slaughter was what struck Nadia most, and it struck her because it seemed so familiar, so much like the fury of the militants in her own city. She wond...
The news in those days was full of war and migrants and nativists, and it was full of fracturing too, of regions pulling away from nations, and cities pulling away from hinterlands, and it seemed that...
Mingling with the remains of the plane, equally fragmented, equally absurd, there floated the debris of the soul, broken memories, sloughed-off selves, severed mother tongues, violated privacies, untr...