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- issue1 26
- poetry 23
- issue2 20
- nonfiction 12
- issue3 12
- fiction 11
- feature 3
- photostory 1
- behind_the_cover 1
- editors_note 1
issue1
Issue One Masthead
Co-Founders
Bepurdah
The history of oppression that women have been subjected to since time immemorial, had been taking shape in the Indian subcontinent with the invasion of the ...
A Late Evening in Summer, 2018
Six-thirty on the clock on 11th June saw the sun inching down the horizon, its rays sputtering, spent, like pens running out, leaving thoughts suspended mid-...
As The Sidewalk Ends
This story and its title are both inspired by Shel Silverstein’s Where The Sidewalk Ends.
The Forking Bristles
The piece tries to interlace the narrative of Bertha Mason from Charlotte Brontë’s Jane Eyre with that of a young, married woman. The latter is set in the pr...
The Candy Shop in Jammu
I saw her while I was being diagnosed with dysthymia – a major depressive disorder - at St. Stephen’s Hospital in Gurgaon. Which is kind of ironic in its own...
Untitled
The story is inspired from the video of the song “Sleep on The Floor” by The Lumineers.
Remembering the Indian Freedom Struggle Movement
The story of India’s resistance took different forms at different stages of British expansion. Therefore, revisiting these events serve multiple purposes by ...
Caste in our Communities
Caste is perhaps one of the most potent socio-cultural, and hence politico-economic, forces in India. Centuries old, it has governed humans and human activit...
Love Jihad
The first section of this article by Antara is a non-partisan take on the alleged insidious conversion campaigns while the second section by Malvika is a cas...
From Cha to Chai: The Story of how Tea made inroads into the Indian Household
“If you are cold, tea will warm you; If you are too heated, it will cool you; If you are depressed, it will cheer you; If you are excited, it will calm yo...
On the Interconnectedness of Humanity, Nature, and Language
13.8 billion years ago, the expansion of a staggeringly hot entity - infinitesimal in size and infinite in density - resulted in a grand cosmic evolution. Th...
Conspiracy Theories 101
Conspiracy theories have been a part of our culture for a little more than a century now. For some, they are a tool of comprehending the veiled reality which...
Revisiting Kargil
The chilly winds at Drass, Kargil, do their best to keep the Tricolour fluttering at the Drass War Memorial to pay respect to the five hundred and twenty-sev...
Editors’ Note
The Medley has been many things in its lifetime, and wandered to many places before it was here. A blog. A newsletter. An academic journal. And then, a title...
poetry
Two Poems
Working Class Houses
Platform Ticket for NDLS
A cow shits lazily at your entrance.
Home
One late and silent evening quite a few winters ago, Nosain took me in lovingly, as she did all her children before me.
Two Poems
For the Tourist at Lal Qila, Delhi
We Called Her Soul
Look down, little baby. there she sleeps in that modest, open casket, inhaling all her graces and hallelujahs in her serene passage to the good Lord.
Two Birds
Author’s Note: stillborn and stillbirth.
To Frieda, With Love
Frieda, listen little love Frieda. You have scars and burns and bumps-a, And stretches and cracks that may look rueful, But nothing little love, can make ...
The Oblation
It lasted for seven minutes, A hush, a bluff, a thrust, in and out It is all the rage to grope, fondle, maul. The boy was told in the strangest time, It was ...
The Happiest Place on Earth
I like to place bricks on my voice, So it will let out only whispers, When my eyes are listening, To the moonlight falling asleep, On seabed. I like to tie ...
Ten Talks
1. The stones arranged like a staircase that once made Pocket size waterfalls along the stream course Now turned into bricks you call house So when you brin...
Politics of the Divine
Tug O’ War? ‘Twixt Arabic verses, and dialectics? House of God— a pilgrimage to Mecca— a mandate? Pelting stones, and Satan— salvation? Diktats of Islam— a r...
Out of the Blue
Red has grown tired now, of the exhausting symbolism, crushed by the burden of representing love and blood, of inducing blissfulness in a loving heart, or in...
On The Edge of the Storm
The storm brews afar in the sea We can’t run and we know it You’re worried, or so you say And look into my eyes searching for answers I am no library — I ill...
Miracle-e-Din & Goa
Miracle-e-Din
For Hoshiarpur
hoshiarpur turns pink at sunset the setting sun casts a tint on nameless faces, nameless roads, nameless graves. the setting sun sets fire to the fields the...
issue2
Editors’ Note
Contrary to popular belief, the most important step, the hardest step, of a journey is not the first one. As Sanderson says, it’s the next one, the second on...
The Lament of the Damned
She sat down after an hour of hard work. Her body did not need rest; her mind did so she sat. The morning had just begun and life in the city was already bus...
The Guilt of Detachment
As I sit in the balcony of the three-storeyed building I’ve called home for the past one year, coughing multiple times because of the smoke coming from the t...
It’s Moo
There was a lecture on a particular concept of Carl Rogers that was being taught in class, when the month of September started. And you know how September is...
Dadi
She had two favourite children. One died young. And left her bitter. Vengeful. Shocked. She was afraid of evenings and bullets since then. But she often told...
Cracked
When the cracks first appeared, she decided to ignore it. Who would care for it anyway, those blemishes on the wall. It was his job and he just may do it onc...
We Called Her Soul
Look down, little baby. there she sleeps in that modest, open casket, inhaling all her graces and hallelujahs in her serene passage to the good Lord.
Two Birds
Author’s Note: stillborn and stillbirth.
To Frieda, With Love
Frieda, listen little love Frieda. You have scars and burns and bumps-a, And stretches and cracks that may look rueful, But nothing little love, can make ...
The Oblation
It lasted for seven minutes, A hush, a bluff, a thrust, in and out It is all the rage to grope, fondle, maul. The boy was told in the strangest time, It was ...
The Happiest Place on Earth
I like to place bricks on my voice, So it will let out only whispers, When my eyes are listening, To the moonlight falling asleep, On seabed. I like to tie ...
Ten Talks
1. The stones arranged like a staircase that once made Pocket size waterfalls along the stream course Now turned into bricks you call house So when you brin...
Politics of the Divine
Tug O’ War? ‘Twixt Arabic verses, and dialectics? House of God— a pilgrimage to Mecca— a mandate? Pelting stones, and Satan— salvation? Diktats of Islam— a r...
Out of the Blue
Red has grown tired now, of the exhausting symbolism, crushed by the burden of representing love and blood, of inducing blissfulness in a loving heart, or in...
On The Edge of the Storm
The storm brews afar in the sea We can’t run and we know it You’re worried, or so you say And look into my eyes searching for answers I am no library — I ill...
Miracle-e-Din & Goa
Miracle-e-Din
For Hoshiarpur
hoshiarpur turns pink at sunset the setting sun casts a tint on nameless faces, nameless roads, nameless graves. the setting sun sets fire to the fields the...
nonfiction
Epiphany
In retrospect, everything is fine. Just fine.
Fight Club: A Political Discourse on Modern Man
What does it mean to be a man?
It’s Moo
There was a lecture on a particular concept of Carl Rogers that was being taught in class, when the month of September started. And you know how September is...
Bepurdah
The history of oppression that women have been subjected to since time immemorial, had been taking shape in the Indian subcontinent with the invasion of the ...
Remembering the Indian Freedom Struggle Movement
The story of India’s resistance took different forms at different stages of British expansion. Therefore, revisiting these events serve multiple purposes by ...
Caste in our Communities
Caste is perhaps one of the most potent socio-cultural, and hence politico-economic, forces in India. Centuries old, it has governed humans and human activit...
Love Jihad
The first section of this article by Antara is a non-partisan take on the alleged insidious conversion campaigns while the second section by Malvika is a cas...
From Cha to Chai: The Story of how Tea made inroads into the Indian Household
“If you are cold, tea will warm you; If you are too heated, it will cool you; If you are depressed, it will cheer you; If you are excited, it will calm yo...
On the Interconnectedness of Humanity, Nature, and Language
13.8 billion years ago, the expansion of a staggeringly hot entity - infinitesimal in size and infinite in density - resulted in a grand cosmic evolution. Th...
Conspiracy Theories 101
Conspiracy theories have been a part of our culture for a little more than a century now. For some, they are a tool of comprehending the veiled reality which...
Revisiting Kargil
The chilly winds at Drass, Kargil, do their best to keep the Tricolour fluttering at the Drass War Memorial to pay respect to the five hundred and twenty-sev...
issue3
Editors’ Note
When one of our staff members, suggested “Local Flavour”, we weren’t sold on the idea. In our initial discussions, we felt that as a theme, it had almost one...
Behind The Cover
I’ve often observed a certain solidarity in all of my favourite photographs. I had a sense of direction for them, seconds before I even took them. It’s almos...
Villars-Sur-Ollon
Villars-Sur-Ollon 15 July 2016
Epiphany
In retrospect, everything is fine. Just fine.
Two Poems
Working Class Houses
Platform Ticket for NDLS
A cow shits lazily at your entrance.
Home
One late and silent evening quite a few winters ago, Nosain took me in lovingly, as she did all her children before me.
Fight Club: A Political Discourse on Modern Man
What does it mean to be a man?
Two Poems
For the Tourist at Lal Qila, Delhi
fiction
Villars-Sur-Ollon
Villars-Sur-Ollon 15 July 2016
The Lament of the Damned
She sat down after an hour of hard work. Her body did not need rest; her mind did so she sat. The morning had just begun and life in the city was already bus...
The Guilt of Detachment
As I sit in the balcony of the three-storeyed building I’ve called home for the past one year, coughing multiple times because of the smoke coming from the t...
Dadi
She had two favourite children. One died young. And left her bitter. Vengeful. Shocked. She was afraid of evenings and bullets since then. But she often told...
Cracked
When the cracks first appeared, she decided to ignore it. Who would care for it anyway, those blemishes on the wall. It was his job and he just may do it onc...
A Late Evening in Summer, 2018
Six-thirty on the clock on 11th June saw the sun inching down the horizon, its rays sputtering, spent, like pens running out, leaving thoughts suspended mid-...
As The Sidewalk Ends
This story and its title are both inspired by Shel Silverstein’s Where The Sidewalk Ends.
The Forking Bristles
The piece tries to interlace the narrative of Bertha Mason from Charlotte Brontë’s Jane Eyre with that of a young, married woman. The latter is set in the pr...
The Candy Shop in Jammu
I saw her while I was being diagnosed with dysthymia – a major depressive disorder - at St. Stephen’s Hospital in Gurgaon. Which is kind of ironic in its own...
Untitled
The story is inspired from the video of the song “Sleep on The Floor” by The Lumineers.
feature
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Bepurdah
The history of oppression that women have been subjected to since time immemorial, had been taking shape in the Indian subcontinent with the invasion of the ...
behind_the_cover
Behind The Cover
I’ve often observed a certain solidarity in all of my favourite photographs. I had a sense of direction for them, seconds before I even took them. It’s almos...
editors_note
Editors’ Note
When one of our staff members, suggested “Local Flavour”, we weren’t sold on the idea. In our initial discussions, we felt that as a theme, it had almost one...