SEEMA MUNIZ wonders if we should allow ourselves to be ruled by Artificial Intelligence Our family time often consists of the three of us sitting in the living room in the thrall of cyber silence, bent over our smartphones. One...

SEEMA MUNIZ wonders if we should allow ourselves to be ruled by Artificial Intelligence Our family time often consists of the three of us sitting in the living room in the thrall of cyber silence, bent over our smartphones. One...
While the communal warp and weft of several nations lies frayed and tattered, SEEMA MUNIZ outlines the daily pleasant exchanges she shares with a Muslim from her cosmopolitan neighbourhood It wasn’t an exchange really, but a one-way ferry, at least at...
SEEMA MUNIZ writes how a virus in her phone snatched away her gmail account. At first, she felt devastated, as if she had lost a part of her soul Teach us to care and not to care. Teach us to...
Rodents, toads and a rat snake send SEEMA MUNIZ and her family into a tizzy even as elsewhere in the country, the usual heat, political and communal cacophony raises its discordant head It passed noiselessly from our front yard. “Good,”...
Composed and consciously shutting out the latent snobbery of her non-believer heart, SEEMA MUNIZ steps into the revered ancient interiors of the Meenakshi temple Two rock doves flutter above me to land on the monolithic buttress supporting the entrance. A...
SEEMA MUNIZ finds a trunkful of memories left behind by her grandmother making her recall the good old days An object gets reduced to junk when it outlives its usefulness. A few days ago, on Earth Day, I rescued our...
SEEMA MUNIZ researches Zelenskyy’s meteoric rise to power from an actor and comedian to superstardom in the political arena Spanning three seasons, the 51-episode Servant of the People, a political satire, not only kicked Volodymyr Zelenskyy’s career as a comedian and...
A jumbled dream mingles with the disturbing reality of war and communal tensions that hang heavy in the air prompting writer, poet and artist, SEEMA MUNIZ to pen down her confused emotions My head hurt. The air, heavy with incongruity,...
“They say that because I didn’t take the jab, the virus has chosen to take a jab at me,” says poet, writer and artist, SEEMA MUNIZ Head exploding with blinding bits of jarring light, body pumping out heat, bones broken...