Terraces seem like a small sacrifice to make in the face of rapid development, and balconies are now presented as the alternative to terraces. Seriously, who are we kidding?
Each time I folded the collar of my shirt, it felt like I had dog-eared the day and marked its existence in my mental journal of lockdown memories.
A few openly queer women speak to us about how they view attraction, sexuality, gender, and consent.
Watching The Baby-Sitters Club on Netflix takes an author back to reading the series of books while growing up in early-2000s Calcutta.
A reflection on the myriad and plentiful greens of the listless city of Pune in an attempt to ward off the disparaging heat-fatigue of New Delhi.
Shame, non-acceptance, and exclusion unfailingly accompany baldness. But baldness can be fertile, too—for humour and style, if nothing else.
Modern, Western-aspiring society has a crisis of lifestyle; its problem is not its physical distance from nature, but its emotional distance.
Tara wished she could speak more at these meetings, but there were important people here. She had to make a good impression.
Tara had just discovered an ugly truth. This man, this public servant, was flaunting his corruption. She didn’t want him to win.
Fear and guilt, judgement and inconvenience: one writer recounts her struggles of staying over at a male friend’s house in a city like Bombay.
This, the steep path to the forest, was their brief escape to a world free of judgment.
Girls, whose bodies had widened, gyrated and swayed, performing in ways society wouldn’t otherwise allow.