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 …
She/Her
Poetry
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 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 …
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. …
A Woman: my hands are no longer tied
By Farheen Sahban If I were to lie I would chew the truth and bury it deep inside my womb Albeit I would groan in …