“One of the most unique aspects about the play is the character of Cancer itself. We first encounter him in a coffee shop lighting up a cigarette,” writes Aparajith Dinesh.
“The chapters may seem disjointed, even reading like short stories in an anthology, and yet, at the end, they are brilliantly connected, like silken threads woven in an elaborate stole,” Krishna Sruthi Srivalsan writes.
“Is ‘No Parking’ a metaphor? Is this how Sharmila Aravind, PeeVee and Hamsavardhan visualise the title of their latest exhibition?” asks Hari Doss.
“एक पहलू जिसने इस प्रस्तुति को अद्भुत बनाया वो था नेपथ्य में चल रहा छायाओं का खेल,” सुरभी घोष चटर्जी लिखती हैं।
“The swaying torso and the constant shifts remind one of the swaying palms and the undulating waves of the sea in God’s Own Country, Kerala,” writes Rashmi Pai-Prabhu.
“One Sunday morning, Swarathma set out to use their music to draw attention to the trees which were proposed to be chopped down to make way for a mall,” writes Rashmi Pai-Prabhu.
“The agony of slipping back into the position of namelessness is quite the same for all the genders,” writes Tapan Mozumdar.