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
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
