~ Syeda Zainab
Long, difficult conversations at the dining table.
A long love saga of accountability and politics.
Confusing math of fill-in-the-blank spoken words and double meaning metaphors.
Shining eyelashes,
Seated hurt and nostalgia,
Perhaps love.
~ Mahima Nagaraju Once upon a December, Baby it's Cold Outside, Until I Found You Drop By Drop. Chinna Chinna Asai, I Wanna be Loved by You. (Save the World Tomorrow) Hum Bekhudi Mein Tum Ko Pukareā¦ A
~ Ishita Kumar Difficult conversations at the dining table, almost seated. Hurt hands, double meanings and metaphors, no accountability. A longing for pink skies, id cards, the rhythmic lull of dumbbe