Featured Image by Siddharth Sapre the kitchen in my ancestral home is my grandma’s fortress, home to the women and a guesthouse to the men in my family. 6:00 am knows my grandma’s morning face, her unpinned saree and tangled grey hair. stored in the creases of her palms are untold stories of her very … 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
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 Anja Keller. Toby discovers that he loves tic tacs. He first found a small red box in Dina’s purse on his seventh birthday, and it was filled with little white beads that rattled when he shook it. Dina was sitting on the floor in the corner of his living room, crying into … Continue reading
