There is always a distance between what was and what is, and this distance is often invisible, often unmeasurable. It is where meaning quietly forms, it comes slowly, through the…
Mahesh Baliga, Home, casein on paper, 2014
Her garden that was
In stories of her, she climbs trees, plucks mangoes to toss out many, piquant, some sour. A tiny breed of…
Growing up in Kolkata, Durga Puja was a fact of life. We knew to expect the 15 day break from school, and planned our vacations around it. Parents were happy…
Dima Srouji, A Crack in the Water Followed by Return II_ The Bath House; Pressed recycled metal, soil, sound installation; 2025
Ashutosh Potdar: How do you see the exhibition embodying…
Marathi
I am delighted to share हाकारा । hākārā's final issue of 2025, centered around the theme, ‘To Return’. Although it reaches you at the end of the year, our…
English
२०२५ ह्या वर्षातला हा शेवटचा अंक, ‘परतण्या’विषयीचा. वर्षाच्या अखेरीस हा अंक आपल्यासमोर येत असला, तरी अंकासाठीची तयारी मात्र आम्ही मागच्याच वर्षी सुरू केली होती. त्याचं असं झालं की,…
Image by by Dimmis Vart on Unsplash
After we finalised flow as the theme for the 23rd edition of हाकारा | Hākārā, I had excitedly anticipated submissions on time, nature,…
परतणे गतकाळाकडे पाहत आणि भविष्याचा अंदाज घेत वर्तमानकाळातील आपला प्रवास सुरू असतो. ह्या प्रवासात, अनेकदा आपण थांबतो आणि एखाद्या वस्तूकडे, क्षणाकडे किंवा स्मृतीकडे परत जातो. उदाहरणार्थ, पूर्वी कधीतरी पाठीवर पडलेली…
महाराष्ट्रातल्या प्राथमिक शालेय शिक्षणव्यवहारामध्ये त्रिभाषा-सूत्राची आणि त्या माध्यमातून हिंदी भाषेची सक्ती लादण्याच्या महाराष्ट्र शासनाच्या निर्णयामुळे ढवळून निघालेलं महाराष्ट्रातील शिक्षणक्षेत्र, महाराष्ट्रीय समाजमन व राजकारण, आणि ह्या पार्श्वभूमीवर नव्याने बळ एकवटत उभं…
Vaishnavi is a Bangalore based type designer and design researcher, currently serving as a Creative Director for Monotype. She is best known for her work in reviving the then-forgotten Tulu…
A swoosh, a squeal, and frantic flapping Of wings against the dull grey Talons tucked into the felt on the nape of its prey Should’ve seen it coming, whirling in…
drip, drop, drop slowly —like a lover's trailing tongue tracing the spine— white sugar–juice trickles
unlike blood flowing—
tall, green, stalks—crushed between squeaking wheels, machine squirting frothing sugar–sap
red, from…