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Eyes Open, Mouth Shut

Eyes are the mirror to your soul. With India steadily increasing in an upward curve of COVID-19 death rates, more masked men and women are going about their business (including many who…

Morning Sun Glow On My Window Sill At Java Rain

As I drove out of the city,  a weary traveller, away from the restrictive spaces of concrete, monstrous buildings and the material possessions that have begun owning me more than me owning…

Sexy In Sequins

It was a hot summer noon in Delhi and we decided to meet over coffee. As I walked into the crowded snaky lane of Shahpur Jat, I recalled the little unknown spot…

Dotty About The Dot Design

It’s the summer noon and the mood is frisky. I look out into the bright sun. The summer wardrobe special is always the whites, pastels and the one polka dot dress. It…

Ladybugs Or Ladybirds Aren’t Ladies Afterall

Ladybird beetle is no lady after all. She stinks and stings. It has the reputation of being a harlot or a mistress in old English parlance. The ladybug beetle consumes insects. And…

Manipur’s Mighty Weaves

As I tie my Manipuri sarong over my waist, I was transported to the calm Loktak Lake where the ripples on the calm water is a camouflage of the constant anger of…

Blue Was My Reflection

The forbidden Apple is fraught with the bad reputation of defiance. It was the union of Adam and Eve. It turned the Gods and the world upside down. Biblical stories are galore…

1426 In My Lunisolar Calendar

It’s that time of the year again. When the roots come barging into my being. I never knew how it had such a stronghold in the essence of me being me. Today…

Moments Of Epiphany

As I looked out of the window, the strong iron bars that went crisscross over the mesh stopped me from forcing myself out of that boundary into the horizon. This had become…

A Classic Called The Angarakha

When you feel vulnerable and think that you may lose your soul to this crazy thing called life. You protect yourself by listening to music that heals, or you indulge yourself till…

The Solitude Of Slut Shaming

She could feel the first blood trickle down her legs. She was 11 years old and not even coherent enough to acknowledge that the fertility Goddess had bestowed her with the gift…

No Chains Can Chain Me No Cage Can Capture Me

I just switched off the pause button inside my head. The unbridled thoughts of years came gushing out like river that been halted midway in its mad flow. The big wall that stopped the…

Firdaus Is Omnipresent

The sound of the marching boots and the incessant screams of the tribals fighting for their land reverberated into the stillness of the chilly evenings. Evenings fell and morning suns broke early…

The Opulence of Sangeeta Boochra’s Creations

Invaders since history have plundered and destroyed in a macho desire to establish their identity. And while establishing identity of their separate culture they also have left footprints of their rich art…

Rummaging For The Right Resortwear

Choosing a look that’s not casual yet chic is the perennial paradox that one faces when you have an invite that says “dress code casual chic”. I rummage through my overstacked cupboard…

Vanity inside my Little Clutch

My little clutch like the must Have in a woman ’s wardrobe the LBD the little black dress we need the perfect little clutch. So girls Clutch the clutch before you lose…