Featured Artwork by Sanno Singh The internet dawned on me, much after, it did on my generation of internet users. While my friends made Facebook and Club Penguin Accounts, streamed movies online, and wrote elaborate emails to each other, I was still waiting in line with my library card in the school library, week after … Continue reading
Featured Artwork by Ellen Von Wiegand I’ve let several hands roam over this body; seeking resolutions to all my conflicts Holding on to pocket-sized phrases from one night stands, and injecting them in my spine In an attempt to stand a little taller than I am. I’ve let pulsating fingers scuffle through my hair in … Continue reading
Featured Artwork by Saloni Goel Chorus 1 In archwayed roofs we sit beneath our lives that’ll continue moving without stopping to rearrange for what we most need. Chorus 2 When silence stops on the corner to eat & the food cart. … Continue reading
Featured Artwork by Tara Anand This is a poem. This is a poem about a poem – about all the poems, clogged in my mind, entrapped by my mind – lurking beneath the cracks and crevices of my mind – incessantly toiling – to come out and see the light of this laptop screen This … Continue reading
Featured Images by Mithra Menon (Left) and Jay Mehta (Right) “Side de, side de,” shouted the bus conductor, almost unknowingly, like how one touches their face a hundred times per some seconds, thought Manish, too exhausted to fact-check, or, perhaps, too in a hurry to care enough. Well, meet Manish. A handsom- “Oh hello sir, … Continue reading
Featured Image by Jayalakshmi Rangarajan We’ve frequented this particular coffee shop for Sunday breakfast for as long as I can remember. Possibly even longer than that, considering Ma and Papa have been regulars here ever since they got married. The scrambled eggs on toast may have gradually shrunk over the decades, but my family’s loyalty … Continue reading
This is about reclaiming yourself as something that holds value even after being lost, broken, and quintessentially forgotten. Vintage here has been used as a metaphor for holding value. can you imagine that one day we cease to exist and all that’s left behind suddenly becomes of value maybe it’s the watch that your dad … Continue reading
My grandfather was, by far, the most interesting person I’ve known. When he retired, he refused to be like any other retired bank manager. Every evening, he would take a pair of pants and a button-up shirt and iron them to a crisp. He’d powder his face and comb his four remaining strands of hair … Continue reading
before there were poems in this house, there was rummy; a pack of 52 playing cards in their plastic homes, stacked on the tallest shelf ever, my 4 year old hands couldn’t reach there. All the transgressions my grandma allowed- a whole bottle of coke, a CID marathon starting at midnight, but the cards were … Continue reading
Featured art by Maggie Stephenson The sky is overcast. It has been this way since I woke up, which was earlier than usual, because the tightness in my chest would not allow me to sleep in. The air is thick and slow, and the slight breeze carries the heat off the tarred road in front … Continue reading
