Those hapless tramps, Vladimir and Estragon, are still waiting alongside that desolate road, with its mound of earth and lone barren tree. Godot has not arrived, as yet - but may tomorrow. So Didi and ...
No matter what we discover, no matter what we can now explain- certain views skeptical of the meaning and intelligibility of life remain intact. Yet, if I am gauging this right, my young students ...
“As expected, the devil demands the entry fee of one soul,” says Suchita Parikh-Mundul in the poem Nightclub on page 30 of her poetry collection Absurd Theatre. The book carries many curios for ...