Every Jaded January: Three poems by Sneha Bhura
Poetry by Sneha Bhura: ‘A 5 o’clock shadow / Makes oblong pools in my mind / I can't thrash it out’
Poetry by Sutputra Radheye: ‘my poems will be drunk, truthful / and blunt like your beauty that cuts / through my skin and draws graffiti / on my bones like tattoos’
Partition is not so much a mere plot device in Imtiaz Ali’s Main Waapas Aaunga, but a ghost that continues to haunt the people who survived it—in memories and regrets. By Deepansh Duggal
Poetry by Sneha Bhura: ‘A 5 o’clock shadow / Makes oblong pools in my mind / I can't thrash it out’
Personal Essay by Devanshi: ‘Your favourite movie is probably not your favourite movie because it was the best film you have ever seen. It is your favourite because Zee Cinema played it a zillion times in the summer of 2014 while your mother folded clothes in the next room, and you unconsciously absorbed its dialogues through domestic osmosis.’