Forget-me-not
There was no denying it. Nani was officially off her rocker. No, not the literal wicker chair she sat on from morning to late evening, be...
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- Sep 11, 2022
- 1 min
en route to nowhere
in the corner of the metro station people whisper half-truths to each other. bodies become shadows; become promises no one will keep. a...
- Jun 29, 2022
- 1 min
Shallow-Deep
Said shallow to deep, ‘How can you be generous when you have so little?’ Said deep to shallow, ‘I have enough. I am quite content.’ ‘How...
- May 9, 2022
- 8 min
Portraits in Hell
The elders had been convinced by a series of mysterious deaths in the village that showering was a fatal affair. “We’ve lost twenty odd...
- Dec 29, 2021
- 1 min
A Love Poem
Sweat running down her spine, Burning away her life, standing in front of the stove, Stomach cut into two, butchered for two, I look in...
- Dec 27, 2021
- 6 min
The Mad, The Melancholic, The Poet - Samuel Taylor Coleridge
A didactic enumeration by seventeenth-century British Poet Laureate John Dryden, “Great wits are sure to madness near allied and thin...
- Dec 13, 2021
- 2 min
Women on the Street
"Gill Valentine’s research on adult versus youth spaces found that girls paradoxically identify public spaces, such as city streets, as...
- Oct 17, 2021
- 1 min
The Season of Florescence
In the early hours of a Sunday, On the backlane of a small town, a patch of bougainvilleas arrive into full bloom on a strange brick...
- Oct 9, 2021
- 7 min
Review: A Farewell to Gabo and Mercedes by Rodrigo Garcia
Why A Farewell to Gabo and Mercedes Feels so Personal I As children we see our parents as immortals. But while growing up, there comes a...
- Sep 15, 2021
- 2 min
Grammatical Gender
I.Heteronyms I’ve followed my shadow for as long as the two of us can remember. Once a month, she takes the lead by example for a few...
- Sep 5, 2021
- 1 min
Sacrifice
this time, it’ll be different he is different his family doesn’t slit pigeons for kali puja they free the birds who do they think...
- Jun 3, 2021
- 2 min
that summer we became birds
the tips of our wings / felt softer / than our hands ever could / ahead of us / the lake lay / like glass / lay like morning / pale and...
- Apr 29, 2021
- 2 min
And Not Mere Tales
Sitting in the balcony he reminisced, The unique flavour each bite he had When his mother made him eat With her own hands. But now...
- Feb 11, 2021
- 3 min
Rape
Hi. I was raped when I was a child. It was from a known person, this thought always makes me wild. he was my kin brother, calm down,...
- Dec 27, 2020
- 17 min
Wrong in Radford
There’s an air of melancholy that encircles every heavy step made when coming back after a holiday. I suppose it doesn’t help, waking up...
- Oct 28, 2020
- 1 min
Painting by Numbers
My father understood numbers, So, he spilled his seven vows on my mother’s 80’s song cassettes. Numbers when pulled apart from ratios, i...
- Sep 23, 2020
- 2 min
Mangoes In Summer: Childhood
Slicing mangoes in summer Is no mean feat. You need hardened patience You need to resist temptation So you tear off the peels with your...
- Sep 2, 2020
- 10 min
Literature and Propaganda
Reading Time: 10min “The totalitarian mass leaders based their propaganda on the correct psychological assumption that, under such...
- Aug 8, 2020
- 9 min
Travelling the World During Lockdown – One Book at a Time
I am trying to recall now the exact moment everything changed. It was a sultry afternoon in March, and the sun was everywhere. Mumbai lay...
- Jul 25, 2020
- 1 min
The Empty Chalice
One fine summer, A chalice was made Out of the wood of mahogany. “It’s beautiful!” Cried out many. Thinly crafted along its body, Visible...
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