With the quarantine in full force, I constantly found myself buzzing with the undercurrent of my anxieties and amped up...
personal essay
It was a Wednesday evening. We did not have power since the Amphan, a cyclone of sinister proportions, had made...
My bathroom door at home requires an extra push to be opened. This frustrates me a little, because the one...
It didn’t sink in until the grocery store, staring down a $9 jar of pickles. And it was only when...
By Revathi Ganeshsundaram My brother and I grew up on the campus of the Indian Institute of Science, Bangalore as...
Jeetu muses on the power of silences and the magic of words Photo by Sheep . on Pexels.com Why is...
(From Lit Hub. Link to the complete article given below) “You are alone out there,” my college track coach said,...
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