Vaibhav Kharat There comes a time in a society when it begins to eat its own body, mind, and soul, when cruelty starts dressing the robe of morality in sanctity, when people pray louder but feel emptier. In moments like this, I often think of an old myth: The story of the ‘Brahmarakshasa’. A learned …
The Return of Brahmarakshasa in Sanatan Modernity of the Haunted Republic








