It was last Saturday. She ate cherries and drank a magic pop, and we read she read more than I read I kept asking her …
It was last Saturday
Avakaya
Someone at the table points to the jaronce stuffed to the brim with Mother’s Picklesbut now carefully filled with aged avakaya,and asks, “What’s that?” It …
Culinary Explorations of a Traveller: Kerala to Delhi
Savouring South Indian Delicacies A few years ago, I was travelling solo in the South Indian states of Kerala and Tamil Nadu and was quite …
My Journey at Enactus KMC: Community, Learning, and Fulfillment
We tend to have preconceived notions about how college life looks even before it actually starts. I had dreamt of an experience that provided me …
Dishes Nobody Prepares Anymore
If you were a child in Germany in 1946and survival was your recipeyou would have knownall the dishes of those post-war years–Brennnesseln, Sauerampher, Bucheckern,Steinpilze, Pfifferlinge, …
She/Her
By Farheen Sahban Perhaps happiness loves grief too muchAnd therefore it retires to make room for grief at the dining tableJust like my mother who …
रंगत
The Manmarziyaan Magazine celebrated its first birthday in October 2021 in collaboration with Photobombaying and Iris Poetry. This poem is one of the two winning …
The Window and The Soul
The Manmarziyaan Magazine celebrated its first birthday in October 2021 in collaboration with Photobombaying and Iris Poetry. This poem is one of the two winning …
Love was the Human Form of a Hurricane
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 …
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 …