Surrounded
Pakhi's piece thinks back wonderingly to a home in Goa as well as her growing self that has both known it and has passed it through her...
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Ghar Se Nikalte Hi, Kuch Door Chalte Hi, Raste Main Hai Uska Ghar
'Ghar Se Nikalte Hi, Kuch Door Chalte Hi, Raste Main Hai Uska Ghar', Nade Ali's response piece to Sthira Bhattacharya's poem A Day...
don't tell me who to be it's freaking me out
This piece, in response to Sunil Shankar's Kafka's Monkey, is a humorous and interpretive take on beauty, identity and adapting to...
The Pind Collective : Looking Back
About a month ago, we launched The Pind Collective, a project built over many months, much agonizing and endless Skype conversations. We...
A Poem For Sabeen
Home, for me, is people, spaces, and the habits we are engulfed in. Sabeen Mahmud was such an integral part of our ‘home’ here in...
Diary of a Vagabond/Jis Desh Main Ganga Behti Hai
Raisa Begam and Sardar Ali migrated from Delhi to Karachi in 1947. Their families grew to know each other during the long trip westward...
Belly Button and Left Elbow Walk Into a Bar
I’ve often wondered how high people’s belly buttons are. Sometimes when I wake up I’m convinced my left leg is a little longer than the...
Haveli : Daastan-goi
Mushtaq Ahmed Yusufi, the recipient of Hilal-e-Imtiaz and Sitara-e-Imtiaz, the highest literary honors award by the Pakistan Government,...
A Day Stretched Out Like A Bedsheet
on the grass in Lodhi Gardens a lone woman with the days’ work strung about her in a bag or two, and shades kept ready for the 5 o’clock...
Everything and Nothing
Home, hmm. To me, home means everything and nothing, all at the same time. This feeling is a result of spending the most influential...
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