The Medley

is a twice-a-year literary journal run by the students of Hansraj College, University of Delhi. It is a repository of stories, poems and essays sent to us from around the world since 2018.

A long ascent towards the impending doom

May my future self betray me if I live long enough to change. Untangle one wrist from the clasp of the other and flee, illuminating nothing. May the names I assigned to things no longer fit.

What I call land will bleed out beneath her feet, and what I call law will soften in her hot, living hand like a piece of ice, a drop of water.

Enter history if I am a myth. If I'm history, I'm not going to mention myth. That's the issue: we use the same few words over and over again, as if each one signified something different. "Stay," a voice begs, and I freeze.

Is this what it means?

How will she react When I ask her to run? What good would a history do her in the first place - what good would this tight, foolish narrative?

If I live long enough to no longer touch terrain I don't yet confess fertile with my hands may my future self term it so and get to her feet.

This is what it means.

Saurav Maan

Confused between passion and profession, Saurav would choose procrastination - even while writing a one line bio. Or an anti-bio.