translation Devashish Makhija design Nina Sabnani We are tall tumbling treesWe are berries in the breezeWe are tigers, we are haresWe are rumbling rolling bears… The rhythm of the verse draws us beat by beat into a forest, lush and alive. But who are the ‘we’, so steeped in every part of it? Words and pictures sing together in this light and...
Where is Baba? Why is he not back yet? Jhupli is restless as evening sets in. Her father has gone into the dense jungle to gather honey and she is afraid. Because there are tigers in the forest. Because people sometimes go inside and never come out. Must Baba go in danger every day? Jhupli has an idea – honey boxes!Mood-filled pictures and text weave...
This unique collection of graphic narratives by illustrators from across the country, in their distinctive styles, tells stories of 16 forgotten foot soldiers of India’s freedom. Adapted from P. Sainath’s meticulously collected chronicles, it honours their contributions. Coming from varied regions and communities, speaking different languages and...
design Nina Sabnani We are tall tumbling treesWe are berries in the breezeWe are tigers, we are haresWe are rumbling rolling bears… The rhythm of the verse draws us beat by beat into a forest, lush and alive. But who are the ‘we’, so steeped in every part of it? Words and pictures sing together in this light and glorious ode to nature and...
“You shouldn’t trouble black ants, Kuhu. They are god’s little ants,” says Kuhu’s mother, as she stops her from catching a plump, wiggly black ant. If this really is god’s little ant, Kuhu thinks, then it should lead her to where god lives? And so begins little Kuhu’s sprightly search for the answer, as she starts to tail the ant to the most unlikely of...
