Re-dying in 4 steps (when the depression relapses)
- Jul 26, 2021
Baba always said he wanted a son because—”Sons lit the pyres”
- Jul 26, 2021
We are a generation of displaced anger and 140 characters.
- Jul 26, 2021
दीदी! यहाँ क्यों छूता है चाचा
- Jul 26, 2021
My mother is one-fourth the woman she could be three-fourths the woman she had to be
- Jul 25, 2021
We believe and believe and then believe some more till our faith becomes a series of arithmetic prog
- Jul 25, 2021
The universe needs me to be a bad daughter on a few days
- Jul 23, 2021
Never fall in love with a writer
- Jul 21, 2021
A love letter written by my right hand for my left
- Jul 21, 2021
I hope your next lover looks more like disaster-management lessons and mine, less like a catastrophe
- Jul 21, 2021
My therapist tells me to practice spelling out S-T-O-P I-T everyday, the words that I should have y
- Jul 21, 2021
Self belief is a rollercoaster ride and i was born with motion sickness
- Jul 21, 2021
अंशिका शुक्ला की कविता – जीवंतता
- Jul 21, 2021
अनुराग अनंत की कविता – सलीका
- Jul 20, 2021
वैभव मिश्रा की कविता – अधिकारलिप्सु
- Jul 19, 2021
At 15, you realize you live in a country where kissing another boy is illegal and you realise you we
- Jul 18, 2021
Goodbye doesn’t sound good in Urdu by N Seher
- Jul 16, 2021
The aftermath of an Indian suicide
- Jul 15, 2021
देवांश दीक्षित की कहानी – वो
- Jul 10, 2021
Art is the only thing death can’t touch