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It’s all constructs Some constructs allow for A greater freedom than others, Better well being
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Gaza and the Phoenix, When Ash Becomes an Endless Beginning
Shaza Abu Dayah
The myth of the phoenix lives in the human imagination as an undying bird that
Shh, They’re Watching
Tania Longi
The Geometry of the Blackout A Whatsapp video is shared in the middle of the
Her Constellation
Enas Suleiman
Three years ago, I was rushing to make it on time for a poetry reading
In Walking The[ir] Dogs
Eeman Ali
When asked how she made friends in the city, Dorai*, a domestic worker from the
Kantha Connections: Stitching Across Borders
Rubina Singh
“The stitching circle offered a space for people with similar questions on their hearts to
The Distance Between my Domestic Worker and I
Shainal Verma
I am seated on my bed, my laptop balanced on my thighs, the heat from
A Pass to Life
Namal Siddiqui
The body is not national, it passes easily into dreams mountain ranges, rivers and oceans,
Pleadings Before an Absent Conscience
Shaza Abu Dayah
This piece is a conversation between me and my father, a former prisoner who was
What Keeps Resistance Alive
Writing Women
I spoke to Rejaz M. Sydeek for the first time a year after Isreal’s ongoing
Is My Love, Love?
Writing Women
‘Is My Love, Love?’ is our first print anothogy, co-created by feminist writers, artists, and
How Far Can a Constellation Stretch: Conversations/Dialogue/Mappings
Writing Women
In 2021 Kashmiri artist Mudasir Gul painted a large-scale graffiti work in Srinagar of a
A Grammar of Knowing
Sonakshi Srivastava
quest (n): a jury of inquest; investigation; an act or instance of seeking; pursuit, search
Lost—In—Translation
Rawan Gamal Agha
“I love you…” No… not like that… Love should be confessed in the motherhood of
The Violence of Translation: Rewritings of Empire, Caste and Patriarchy
Amritesh Mukherjee
Who tells your story decides how your story is told. A tale mutates each time
What does movement say? Analysing Bharatanatyam as a Medium to Translate Justice
Ishika Khollam
The lights in the auditorium go off. The stage is set. We enter, hands and
Lessons in Wave-Making: A Post-Pandemic Reading
Gauri Yadav
The gestural marks of abstraction helped me to articulate the waves of feeling that exceeded
What Does it Mean to Translate That Which is on the Margins?
Rinchen Angmo
While sitting amidst the Trans-Himalayas in Ladakh, I came across this call for writings about
A Letter to my Daughter
Sarah Khan
Dear L, Well before you were born, a part of me feared for you even
Mother Tongue, Mother Rage
Shivani Patel
My mother never yells. She doesn’t throw things, slam doors, or deliver speeches about hurt.
“Sick Woman Theory”
Gurpreet Kaur
‘Sick Woman Theory’ borrows from the essay by Johanna Hedva of the same title. Hedva
The Idiot in the Fireplace: A Daughter’s Notes on Translating Memory, and the Inheritance of Silence
Sobhana Pramod
On cold winter nights in Delhi, a Russian Idiot, an English Idiot, a Tamil Idiot
Impressions of the Letter
Sangami Ganesan Santhi
When I think of all the times I have shared misunderstandings with a friend or
Bargaining/ Manipulating Consent: Silent Warfare by Liberal/ Queer Men
nikita and Prakhar
content note for sexual violence. Before going on the date, before going to his place,
Anu–baad, Translation
Aadrit
content note for sexual violence . My grandmother sits on the verandah, her legs spread
The Oppressor’s Tongue
Soniya Pondcar
“Aapke paas paanch-das minute ka time hai kya? Mujhe Sassoon Dock ke baare mein jaankaari
A Caseworker’s Diary of Hope and Delusion
Kalpita Wadher
I recently witnessed the birth of my niece. Her first look made me believe that
Traditions of the Tongue, Translating a Lepcha Folk Song ‘Mutanchi Lungten’
Lungmying Lepcha
My sister’s favourite Lepcha song is not any of the current, modern songs ruling the
The Presence of your Absence: Grieving as Translation
Anuradha Banerji
There is a story—part musicology, part myth—that Johann Sebastian Bach wrote the Chaconne, the monumental
My Mother’s Everyday Acts of Resistance and Radical Friendships
Sneha Shetty
Pramila Shetty, a.k.a. Pamu, my mother, started cooking at an early age as a daily
The Taste of a Word You Cannot Say
Aishwarya Roy
Whether for the love of the story, or because of a colonial hangover we have
The Crow at the Beach
Roa'a Eid
“All Activists on the Freedom Flotilla have been Abducted by Israel” There is a crow
The Dictionary of My Father’s Violence
Addhaya Anil
I never learned to grieve for my father. That language was perpetually distant to me.
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