Heartfelt Letters to The Housewives
Changing the Narrative of “Home” My Dearest Housewives, In the hushed whispers of our homes, where the unsung melodies of...
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It was a particularly dry summer in Jodhpur this year. The air was still. The heat made Kalpana stay inside...
Read moreShe sat perched delicately at the bar counter on a high stool. Her drape dress was lifelessly hanging like a...
Read moreOld Is Not Always Gold
Have you seen defeat in the eyes of the old? I have seen acceptance of exclusion as a way of...
Read moreThe Trap of Appearances!
He is the kind of guy you feel safe with in your drunken evening. He compliments easily. He will wait...
Read moreOnly Skin Deep
It started with a small discolouration on the side of her finger. She was too frightened to tell anyone and...
Read moreमुझे तो प्यार से ही प्यार होता है…
प्यार - यह तो एक अहसास है ना, फिर क्यों हम किसी ख़ास के होने ना होने से उस अहसास...
Read moreFor A Feminist The Word “Sick” Was Unacceptable: My Journey From Being Bedridden To Boardroom
It is the undying memory of the cold MRI machine in the quiet hospital that stays like a pending shut...
Read moreकुछ मीठी यादें – A Narrative Poetry By Pratyush Kumar Pani
आज सारे देश भर में लॉकडाउन है, काफ़ी लोग कई कारणो की वज़ह से परेशान है, कुछ लोगों से उनका...
Read moreभारत-चीन विवाद – An Article by Nikhil Singh
सौ करोड़ से अधिक लोगों को गोद में लिए, मस्तक पर धवल किरीट धारण किए हुए, सागर में पांव पसारे...
Read moreThe Cursed Widows of India
A still from Deepa Mehta's famous film, Water She stood bent over her years. Long hair, large eyes,and lips that...
Read more“का” की मोहब्बत – A Poem by “kyakarogeyjaankar”
कुछ प्रेम कहानियां बहुत ही अलग होती हैं। जैसे की हमने हीर और रांझा , रोमियो और जूलिएट आदि के किस्से ज़रूर...
Read moreक्यों आयी हो महामारी? – A Poem by Ashwani Acharya
एक दिहाड़ी पर काम करने वाली मजदूर औरत की कहानी, उसकी ज़ुबानी, जो अभी के हालात समझ नहींपा रही...
Read moreThe Hands to Empower
Pavitra Muddaya of Vimor has worked tirelessly in the world of crafts since the last 40 years. Her saris were...
Read moreTeen Choto Chamooch (Migrant Stories #1)
This is the first article in a series about the untold stories of displaced immigrants & migrants. Sobha Das was...
Read moreThe Maestro, The Man, and the Woman Unsung
What might Ma Annapurna Devi have written to Pandit Ravishankarji on his birthday, if she could? ❧ Dear Panditji, Wishing...
Read moreIruway Should Be On the Runway
Grass is always greener on the other side and in some cases, it is greener and dreamier by your side....
Read moreSubconsciously She Teaches And We Learn
My first teacher ever Who was your first teacher? Was it the kindergarten teacher who held your hand and walked...
Read moreManipur’s Mighty Weaves
As I tie my Manipuri sarong over my waist, I was transported to the calm Loktak Lake where the ripples...
Read moreThe Voice Of The Workforce
Today is World Workers Day. The Labour Force Union Movement was recognised. The 5 day work was given to them...
Read moreउमस भरी दोपहरी में सुंदर, सादे, सूती बगरु की ठंडक !
राजस्थान की भूमि मुपानी ग़ल वास्तुकला और हिंदू राजपूत संवेदनाओं का एक संयोजन है।वहाँ की शुष्क एवम् बंजर ज़मीन में...
Read moreThe Bountiful Bagru Prints On A Summer Noon
Mughal architecture with a fusion of the Hindu Rajput sensibilities is what the land of Rajasthan is all about. In...
Read moreA Woman’s Voice In India
The campaigning and the constant whatsapp forwards for the upcoming 2019 Indian general elections, to constitute the 17th Lok Sabha...
Read moreThe Solitude Of Slut Shaming
She could feel the first blood trickle down her legs. She was 11 years old and not even coherent...
Read moreDesire Has No Gender
She heard the car pull up. She heard his footsteps as he approached her room. She hurriedly put on her...
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