The sun sets early these days, and as someone who is completely powered by the sun and her light, I’ve fallen into an all too familiar pattern of occasional sadness. These songs aren’t connected to any particular memory but together create a feeling that I’ve felt these past few months. When Amanda Seyfriend sings, “…I’m … Continue reading
An Edition of ‘Ease’ Dear Room, Today is probably the last time I meet you, before someone else who doesn’t know of your silences, tears you down. However heartbreaking it sounds but right now when I look at you, I feel you; you are living and I also know of your dying breaths. That day … Continue reading
An Edition of ‘Ease’ it would be wrong to not call this a stream of consciousness because this is exactly what it was, and it was written in one day, when i felt everything. all at once. it was wonderful. i would consider this holding onto that feeling. By Tanvi Singh Tanvi Singh is a … Continue reading
An Edition of ‘Ease’ An exploration of one of the simplest things that brings me ease – sunlight. An inventory of sacred moments I’ve found myself caught up in a sun ray. An attempt to reflect upon how I felt in each of these frozen instants. By Tanvi Sawant Tanvi is a nineteen year old … Continue reading
An Edition of ‘Ease’ She dove in – a stream of Sunlight – through the open window. A dance with the curtains, a sweep across the room. Slowly, she lazed over my crumpled bed sheet, like a drowsy cat, ruffling the blue and yellow flowers on it. (The same flowers that a bee once thought … Continue reading
One to the five-year-old boy with a broken front tooth, who once offered an extra flower with the 50€ bunch I bought off outside of a local café, now being a frequent part of my day, but instead I give him a snickers bar in exchange for his extra flower. One to the friend who … Continue reading
Life is beautiful, that’s what I believe and every soul has that unique beauty. Husna means beauty and we are surrounded by beauty. There is a group of people who love themselves more than anyone else – their beauty lives forever. They call themselves Hijra but for me they are Husna. They believe they are … Continue reading
