There is nothing special about you, so I won’t make a list. I won’t expect. All I will do is accept.
Author: Ansuya Mansukhani
Cutting Onions
I don’t need onions to make me cry because I know that when June comes around again, all I will do is cry. Again.
‘Safe Spaces’
A poem on the hypocritical nature of growing up in liberal educational institutions.
For Poetry
A poem about the difficulties of losing your love for and the ability to write poetry.
The Human Experiment: Convoluted Thoughts on Growing Up Too Late
On the anxieties of growing up in a traumatic household and the effects it has on one's psyche.
When June Comes Around, All I Do Is Cry
On growing up afraid of physical attraction and my own queerness.