By Akshita Chaudhuri Content warning: abuse; self-harm (Maa, are you listening?) I wake up in the nights thrashing my limbs around,the blood rushing to my …
Love was the Human Form of a Hurricane
A letter to Lahore from Delhi
By Akshita Chaudhuri Lahore, salaam. 74 years have passed by since we last crossed paths and even today when the sun rises, I wonder if …
Beyond the Text: In Conversation with Dr Smita Sahgal
Divisha Mohan and Vandana Likhmania of the Manmarziyaan Magazine had the opportunity to interview Dr Smita Sahgal. Dr Sahgal is a professor at the Department …
A Song for the Fixers
By Devangana Mishra children are at times handed a paintbrush with a palette of colours, except all shades of yellow; they paint broken roads to …
Matching Pearls
By Anukriti Gahlout There’s an ethereal view beyond the end, Only if we dare, And our souls are one, Only if we saw them before …
To See Horizons
By Devangana Mishra summer was my favourite time of the year to be a fugitive and a spy in my own home to be fed …
Entangled: A Reflection on Photographs and Memories
Stored away in one corner of my house is a chestnut drawer full of memories. It contains old and dusty photo albums of varied sizes …
clothesline
By Devangana Mishra my grandma, not my nani, but my paternal side, my nonna, then my mother, there was a thing they were weaved into …
Chai, Baarish, aur Ranjishein: Hues of a Poet’s Grief
By Vandana Likhmania and Shikha Dwivedi Vandana and Shikha met Samiksha Purohit, an old classmate from their bygone days at Lady Shri Ram College for …
Body Language: An Anthology of Parts
Part I Hair I am on your head, Dense, like a dragon’s lair. But everywhere else, Trimmed, shaped, Shaved, and curled, Ripped by the roots. …