By: Pavithra Joseph She’s not a c***, not a cuss word, or a b a t t e r r e d suitcase of disembodied. unclaimed. parts. She’s as complete, and incomplete, as human as you.

By: Pavithra Joseph They stood across each other packed into a train carriage; separated by others, unspeaking, looking out, or into their digital lives. He looked at her, letting the veil drop- so she saw him undress her in technicolor, in…

By: Gaither Stewart ‘…..There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.’ (Homer’s ILIAD) Alessandro Bramante was in love with love. Like other lovers Alessandro was the…

By: Hardeep Sabharwal All those legend of your liveliness and courage, entered in my bones as ants, forming an ant hill, like a newly wedded girl’s Bangle’s lyrics, chanting day and night, I don’t understand, There must be some other…

By: Hardeep Sabharwal. This year I met a guy In the same old mirror Who boasted of becoming Imago from larva Showing wings of flight Same footpaths and same sleepers Just with a curious new smile And a vision which…