Colourblind by Britta Benson

So what exactly are you meant to do, when you wish to spruce up your home a little – and let’s be frank here right from the start! All I intended to do was to paint a few walls, pick a new rug, perhaps a few scatter cushions, nothing major, just a cheap and cheerful…

The Pen’s Lament by Deepthy

With every word I pen down, I see how your innate melody distorts them to fall in line with the tune, you were born with. In all its splendour and glory, I see your music seeping into the hearts of the grieved and happy. The music whose essence I create. As I write and scratch…

Space & The City by Anand R Raghavan

In a city magically reclaimed from the anarchic sea, a constant search for space defines its people. Three out of every five families in Mumbai live in single room homes. Tightly packed across slums or around chawl courtyards that pepper the landscape of the city. The lines between private and public are blurred in these…

There Were Only Two People in Isolation

(A short story in Vietnamese by Lê Vĩnh Tài, translation into English by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm) I was at her doorstep on a Sunday morning, an estate at the end of a fading colourless dirt road leading into town. Completely dissipated was the mist, leaving the enormous courtyard frozen in an eerie icy chill….

Wayfarer by Bharath Upendra

Often times I wonder what it’d be like, if we belonged to someone. The warmth of a bonfire heart, the tender bliss of one skin against another. How does it feel when patterns overlap? When colours are in harmony, like on grandma’s rug? The smell of home, the touch of grass, the recklessness of the…

Chrysalism by Simmi

The tranquility of living indoors in a thunderstorm. Periwinkle blue-purple tinted skylights and ambience inside the room. Almost like forgetting something or hallucination, the firewood, the heat. The last winter. Raw and rain, you’re bound to stay confined in the space, still, it’s indifferent. Like deciphering a million dilemmas in your head.  Possessing all-time in…