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Sounds by Zimam

November 16, 2015 by

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I. I am drinking tea as a seven-year-old in the room with the window that brings in the best breeze when a grown up asks me: Tum chai peeti ho? You drink tea? A grown-up asked, surprised at the confidence with which I held my cup and sipped. I always had big bug eyes. IK […]

Sounds by Maian

November 16, 2015 by

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You’d think that the word sound would mostly evoke feelings related to music, melodies and sentimental lyrics. You’d think, sound is all about fairy-tale wedding bells, fancy orchestras and cheesy love songs that make you forget time and place. At the same time, you may think that sound has no association at all. That it’s […]

Sounds by Alexis

November 16, 2015 by

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A loud pop wakes me. Shouting. Muffled voices, far from the dreams in which I suck honeysuckle from the cottage garden. I untangle my small legs from the blankets, the fuzzy yellow ones with the soft satin edging that Bammie gave us. They smell like her house, like cinnamon, homemade pink applesauce, and warm dust. […]

Sounds by Mahnoor

November 16, 2015 by

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When I opened my eyes, I saw blue above me, all blue. I had to blink a few times to realise that it was sky. I sat up with a jerk and looked around me with confusion that a few moments ago I was in my bed, trying to sleep. I would have thought about sitting there in confusion thinking […]

Seven Deadly Sins by Meshael Alblehed

October 12, 2015 by

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I am currently suffering with my inability at balancing reality with what I want for myself in life. I don’t think my head is too far up in the clouds for it to come as a shock for me, yet I’m so disenchanted in the place I’m stuck in. And I blame all those cliches […]

Seven Deadly Sins by Manayer

October 12, 2015 by

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When a real woman resides in captivity in the hands of a real man, shadowed by fear of the society. Or that’s only how I perceive him. After all, we see people as a reflection of who we are. I read it from Erich Fromm, God is only the mirror of our maturity, of our […]

Seven Deadly Sins by E.M.A.

October 12, 2015 by

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Cancer has a strange, cruel poetry. It is interfused with its opposites, with rhythms, with melody and motif. Cancer is the most painful poetry, an inversion, the body betraying itself. But cancer comes in many forms, bodily and otherwise, at times our minds betraying our hearts, our hearts forsaking our souls, our eyes forgetting our […]