love

On the kurinji flowering above Munnar this month, a people who count their age in blooms, and the sentence I got wrong in Part 1 — the flower that blooms does not come back

On a film named after language, a musician who tried to complete her, and the two thousand years Tamil spent insisting the body could already speak

On an Instagram carousel with a hundred thousand likes, the thirty verses that close the Thirukkural, and why Tamil made the lovers' quarrel the last word on love

On Rumi, the Sangam poets, Shakespeare, and the George Michael album nobody read properly — and why Tamil calls the one you love uyire

On a poet's most audacious line, the sister nobody looked at, and the second where a camera decides who is beautiful

On the love women give, the love men misread, and what cinema keeps trying to show us

On Neithal — the seashore tinai of pining, from Kurunthogai to Kannadasan to Careless Whisper

How Sangam poets named every shade of love — and the world keeps rediscovering it