WORDS | Catharsis

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...