The Girl who was a Graveyard
Flash Fiction by Zalma A.: ‘She knew there was another possibility. Surrender. Or submit. Yes, submit. It’s a more positive word. Optimism. In tragedy.’
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’
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.’
Flash Fiction by Zalma A.: ‘She knew there was another possibility. Surrender. Or submit. Yes, submit. It’s a more positive word. Optimism. In tragedy.’
Welcome to ‘Nation of Auteurs’, a series composed of critical essays by academics, filmmakers, historians, and cinephiles, to examine the deep diversity of Indian film auteurs and illuminate the country’s wider cinematic landscape. By Ashish Dwivedi