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
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
An Edition of ‘Ease’ Ayush describes this series as having “no preconception of what is to be shot, but both Shreya Menon and I were ready to go out fail and learn something. After shooting outside and getting tired we decided to go in a restaurant and eat something. We found this restaurant where there … Continue reading
Volumes and vessels. Recesses and rooms. Shallows and shadows. Mosques and minarets. Cathedrals and chambers. You’re an echo without an origin. You’re the volume of a vacant vessel. You’re the magnificence of monuments, you’re a broadway show amidst yellow city lights and a silent history amidst ruined sculptures and incomprehensible scriptures. You’re the blood on … Continue reading
In Farsi, Birds are called ‘parindey’ And inhabitants are called ‘baashindey’ And even though I know what they are called in Hindi, I pretend that I don’t, And still, I am oblivious to what they are called In the tongue of the French or the Japanese or the Dead. I wonder how a tongue can … Continue reading
We spend a lot of minor portions of our day waiting, which later on add up to become major parts of our life, which we spend, waiting. For cabs, for job opportunities, for food delivery, for meetings, for bad days to end, for love. I spent many portions of many days of many summer breaks, … Continue reading
This is the time for a storm, The boat is settled on a pistachio shell lathered with planks to hold lotus bulbs coffined deep down the marsh where the heat from you plops at all the constant curves of mine and the cuts of my curve. I am here – a new cinnamon fern … Continue reading
