Before the ink touched the map,  there was only us —  shared wells,  shared festivals,  the same monsoon beating on our roofs.  Then...

We chase the stars that grace the skies, But turn from the truth that lay before our eyes. A fleeting flame feels sweeter than, the ones...

https://pin.it/3jEn9RJ6b Case I. The Preliminary Surgical Loss When the Union Jack came down in 1947, India was declared free, yet the...

god is real & she's hungover & curled over the toilet in  my bathroom. its june & god knows my coffee order but  hasn't said my name in...

I sit by the sea, watching waves come by Approaching the sand, then drifting away Their sense of confidence, turned into fear Perhaps...

the air conditioning is turned off, it’s 6:30 a.m, and i’m awake. the onslaught of sunlight, my curtains like a sieve, the dust...

I woke to the taste of my flesh. Not the metallic sting of blood on my bitten lip, nor the dull ache of distressed fingertips, but...

The humid air hung heavy in the slum, a suffocating blanket woven with the stench of garbage and the despair of its inhabitants. Maria...

Prashansa Pasari She had been here before. The sweet, mildly fermented taste of cherry wine settled into her tongue. The somehow fresh...

Tonight I started thinking about how things come back around. After many months, secretly, patterns repeat. Like my mindless doodles...

It scares me a little that I wasn't surprised, When what I saw coming home I surmised, To be the end of the world, and how could I, With...

Affogato, known in full as gelato affogato al caffè  is an Italian dessert comprising a scoop of vanilla ice cream, topped with hot...

The darkness won’t hurt me. The slivers of light will— sharp as a knife through the gap between the curtains. There is something in the...

As the clock strikes twelve, in the middle of the night, My eyes close as I wake in a dream with endless, yet unreal possibilities in...

I search frantically the world, Starved, for something touchable. For meaning,  Desperately scouring for memory.   You ask of my dreams,...

“What if that was the last time I saw her?”  The following piece is about this very question that plagues the narrator’s mind. Her time...

I was sinking in an ocean. And these hefty waves were beating down my back, they were cold and stinging. There was water going up my nose...

I loved her, sometimes she loved me too. During the quiet weekends we spent in each other’s arms, this was all that I thought of. With...

It's moments like these, silent but true, when we stare at each other  lying on different beds, everything already said,  that the...

In my room, there is a large window that sits opposite my bed. Outside this window is a bundle of vines that like to wrap themselves over...