Sometimes I don’t remember life as I saw it, but as I remember it – intricately braided with KK’s songs, and laden with too much loss.
Growing apart from parents is a ritual of growing up. Just like a thread sways a kite, our relationship with our parents is also a tug of push and …
On the politics of accents and linguistic othering in multi-cultural India ruled by caste and class differences.
On the ease of walking off into a consistently expanding and contracting world.
Year after year, Delhi sees an influx of numerous Muslim students. And year after year, they struggle to find homes where they feel safe.
Moving from a small town to the big city, especially for college, is considered a rite of passage. What is often not talked about enough is the journey you …
What happens after you fragment yourself between the small town and the big city? What happens when you live neither here nor there?
A poem on the Central Vista Redevelopment project, monkeys and leaders.
A group of women travelled to different sit-ins in Delhi to read the Preamble in multiple languages.
Select the filth. Select the detergent. Wash dark and light clothes separately. Soak and scrub violently. Hang them out to dry.