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 …
Avakaya

To Do As We Will
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 …
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, …
A man I loved handed me a plate of nachos suprême in 1969, he said do as you may with it, I’m here to only …
It takes two peopletragically bad at cookingTo make upma on a Sunday morning.It is already 9As four feet, a generation apartMarch in, with a pair …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …