Shripad Sinnakaarwhere do birds go when their tree is axed?We moved soil for the sparrow that dashed in the running fan. It’s feathers beautiful brown, tempting enough to pluck and gift it as ear…3 min read·Aug 27, 2020--1--1
Shripad SinnakaarMana MandiThere is no single way of naming us, so I see us in language I was fostered to know everyone and through them, myself: Mana Mandi means our…2 min read·Aug 27, 2020----
Shripad SinnakaarKākiIf not the crows flying in the sky, their call signs cloud you so piercingly loud, you look at the lines on your hands, and think they’re…3 min read·Aug 27, 2020----
Shripad SinnakaarOn Mourning in pandemicBodies turned into threat overnight. Not that untouchability is any unfamiliar a practice in this country, its cities— & in the building of…2 min read·Aug 27, 2020----
Shripad SinnakaarGadapaగడప— I dedicate this poem to Thimareddypalle Hanumavva, Sanjeev Gumpenapalli, and mana mandi of Dharavi. I often demand to be told about…2 min read·Aug 27, 2020--1--1