“It moves. They are all alive. Even the moon bulges in its orange irons to push children, like a god, from its eye.” Originally posted by Irene J. Karthik on…
Author: Irene J Karthik
More Poetry Please!
At what age did you meet poetry? My earliest recollection of meeting a close cousin of poetry was when I was four. My mother used to sing lullabies to put…
Stepping into Our Agora: Reflections on Hosting the ‘Story of Philosophy’ Series
As a child, I was always intrigued by my parents’ bookshelf. I would see my father deeply engrossed in books that looked incredibly hard to understand. The books that I…
Creating Human Moments During Online Conversations
By Irene Karthik — first published on her blog A close friend confessed that she missed the human connection on the zoom calls. She longed to get back to the office…