Although I was brought up by parents who are excellent cooks, along with a sibling who inherited the same talent, I have never been keen …
A Chicken Curry Seasoned with Love and Prejudices
Joy of Food
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 …
Half
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 …
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 …
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 …