The book explores not merely how Indian printmakers and artists responded to the freedom struggle but rather how the art they fashioned invoked their own conception of the nation, their sense of the past, and the contours of the movement for India’s emancipation from the yoke of colonial oppression. Insurgency and the Artist: Art of the Freedom Struggle in India.

He is a poet, translator and was till recently editor with Indian Literature journal of Sahitya Akademi. She is also the founder and managing trustee of Mental Health Action Trust-UK (MHAT-UK), a charitable organisation to help and support community mental health initiatives in India.Ī.J. ****** Dr Jyothi Arayambath is a Consultant Psychiatrist working in Oxford, UK. Stroking her hair, he said “Oh, my dumb girl! What can I do if you lap up everything I say?” Her body surfaced in that still river, the same day. “Leap into the river and try the shallow riverbed!” he told her. It maybe that during last week’s diluvial rains, there would have been a thick layer of soil washed down from the landslides and filled the river’s bottomless depths and made the river shallow. Yet, she thought, isn’t it he who says it? He must be right. One can touch bottom and stand up, with head above the water level.” But she felt that the river was effectively hiding sharp undercurrents at fathomless spots. He talked to her about the river as well. When colours played a game of hide and seek in the sky, he told her a lot of things about the various hues, the sun, about desire. They watched sunset in the horizon where the sky and the rive met. There were about twenty granite seats along both parapets of the bridge, for people to sit. When the lotus buds are about to bloom, they appear like waterlilies that have begun to shut their eyes. As she was about to open her mouth to say, “Look! How pretty the waterlilies are!” he exclaimed, “Oh! Lotuses have begun to blossom in the river!” Below, the river was stagnant, full of waterlilies. Walking, he reached at the centre of the bridge. He waxed eloquent about the enchanting beauty of the green sky. Ooking at the eastern horizon he said: “Look there! The sky appears so green!”

Representational image of painting by Enkhbaatar Tudev

The World in His Eyes by A.J. Thomas