When you’re a girl – Lessons to a girl by Anisha Singh

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When you are a girl, you are taught different lessons in life, lessons that often leave you scarred for life. Anisha Singh writes about the lessons a girl is taught while she grows up in a society functioning on patriarchal dictates.   When you are a girl, they teach you many things, but most importantly,Read more

Curves of your Body. A Lover’s Eulogy

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Everybody loves, but not everyone is a lover. To be a lover, you have to be melancholic. Drunk on the idea of your partner’s company, their dreams, their happiness, their smile, their breath and their body. Barkha Gaur summarises a beautiful symphony of melancholy and lust within a lover. I have known your body, so intimately,Read more

What’s the point? Poem by Barkha Gaur

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What’s the point? Have you ever asked yourself that? What’s the point? Of us being here. Where every day is the same as the previous one, This melancholy I am feeling, Do you feel it too? I feel it most at nights, When I am alone with my thoughts, It’s scary! Does it happen to youRead more

सुख (Extract from a father’s diary)

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The bond shared between a father and his daughter is always special. The father, who is alpha of the family is also, the tough guy, both inside and outside the home, somehow loses his grim, when around his daughter. Here, we present you a heartfelt extract from father’s diary about his daughter who has been away from home toRead more

A Forgotten Dream by Mihir Chauhan

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The idea of the poem came to Mihir inspired by a dream he once had. In the dream, he was with one of his friends, at his chidhood home, in a neighborhood which saw frequent riots. Vulnerable and exposed to the immediate threat that lay ahead of them, they hid and ran and fought together toRead more

Omerta- Blood and Me

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Blood In my spit. Red liquid. Crimson Red. Viscous, coagulated with my saliva. Mixed with my sweat. Dropped dead on ground. That’s not blood. That’s part of me. That’s my vengeance against myself. My revenge to me. That’s not blood. That’s my friend. That’s what has always been with me. Through my struggle. Through myRead more