Mumbai Rain by Zulfi Shaikh Rain washes over the pomegranate battlefield by Aadrit Banerjee The coagulated blood thaws, deliquesces, as the rain washes over the pomegranate battlefield. The rain glissades across the blue horizon, sensuously, like your lips moving down my scarred chest tracing the horrors of police brutality. It descends with an aphrodisiac vigor over the couples, in coitus, buried beneath the fresh ruins of Mariupol. Emaciated bodies, infected, deceived by an

Photograph by Vikrant Karande November dips jalebis in kheer And debates the origin of rosgollas With friends wearing saffron sweaters,...