(In memory of Pritish Nandy) January the eighth, twenty twenty-five.I wake up early,go for a long......

Imagine walking into an ice cream shop. You scan the menu—chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, mango swirl, rocky......

Snow White is effing exhaustedShe opens her window‘cause she has seasonal affective disorderAnd her therapist says......

At Usawa, we value every little thing we see and read in a poem. Sometimes we observe, with a child’s eye,...

Nanima used to love sitting on the swing and read. That is the photograph I wish......

With utmost obsession, love is defined in Tomba’s heart. He has been watching her live and......

Moonfuck me, she says, but (she lied to me again)and I am contemplating the ways by......