“I hope you will allow me, at this juncture, to make a parenthetical detour. An artist must from time to time wrench himself from his canvas and inspect its colourful totality.”
A Poem by Viraj Nayar.
A poem by an anonymous contributor.
“Do you even know how to use a condom?”
“It’s quite fine, you suddenly notice—the panoramic view, the Calacatta marble, the artwork, the baby grand. It is what you’d always wanted, but you don’t cherish it one bit.”
A poem by Vedika Gupta.
A poem by Sanjana Sheth.
A poem by Armaan Verma.
“But what he felt now, this chill of delight, this yearning after something that maybe he would never see again—was it not the richest thing he had?”
A poem by Shanaia Kapoor.