Issue Three

Editors’ Note

2 minute read  by editor

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

5 minute read  by Christina John

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

7 minute read  by Ankita Raina

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

4 minute read  by Ashmeet Jolly

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

6 minute read  by Sara Haque

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

3 minute read  by Sonakshi Srivastava

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

2 minute read  by Prithvijeet Sinha

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

2 minute read  by Amalia Abbar

Author’s Note: stillborn and stillbirth.

To Frieda, With Love

1 minute read  by Ishani Pant

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

less than 1 minute read  by Kunal Panda

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

1 minute read  by Azal Dosanjh

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

2 minute read  by Gaurav Juyal

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

less than 1 minute read  by Khadija Rehman

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

less than 1 minute read  by Tushar Rishi

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

1 minute read  by Kushagra Tripathi

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...

For Hoshiarpur

1 minute read  by Jaishree Kumar

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...