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Skin and Stone: Gandhar Pandit

Vivaan sat by the window of his tiny studio apartment in Vienna, watching the street below.  The glass fogged slightly with his breath as he exhaled. The city felt different…

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Up or Out: Satya Gummuluri

[Outro] I took a heavenly ride through our silence I knew the waiting had begun And headed straight… into the shining sun She has come down now to leaving herself…

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What Haunts You: Rakhi Dalal

The onset of menopause made my mother grumpier. Not that we knew anything about it then. Neither did she. She did not know what was happening to her body other…

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My Cheeky Friend: Manas Ray

I couldn’t find my new white ribbon that mummy got me the other day.  ‘Where is it, mom?’ ‘What?’ Mummy as usual was busy in the kitchen.  ‘My white ribbon?…

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The Empty Home: Pallavi Singh

“We won't order anything the entire week”. My brother promised mummy.  My mother retorted, “You have promised the same thing in the last two days. Eating out has become your…

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माझ्या मनातलं घर दाही दिशी : श्रेया संतोष पांचाळ

माझ्या घराचे दहा कोनाडे हवेत मला दहा दिशांसारखे.. हे दहा कोनाडे हरेक घरातल्या वातावरणाचे, गंधाचे, हवेचे, हालचालींचे, आवाजांचे, एका घरातून दुसऱ्या घरात नेलेल्या वस्तूंचे, रंगांचे, अनुभवांचे. आज स्वतंत्र राहायला लागल्यावर…

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