“…over the years, I have created my own home. And it is not a physical address…Home is the community I have created around me for the past 40 years. My name is my home.”
Yoshimi Miyazaki tells a story of conflict between the country she calls home, and the name her mother gave.
“It was my sweet refrain. I was just another coffee lover from Kolkata, a girl in love with the city. I was at once an individual and the vox populi.”
– Madhura Banerjee writes a love letter to black coffee and the city of Bangalore.
“Sonder”: the realization that that every person and thing around us has a life and stories as complex and diverse as our own.
Sarba Roy muses on the privileges of humour in this self-reflecting treatise.
“I placed the my insides of my being on the table between her and me that year…putting my feelings to words, out loud, in my head, until I was singed enough to cast out the unmitigated sorrow that was eating into my soul.”
Writes Kamalini Natesan.
“When I think of it, I realise this disease wrings your body and mind and leaves you completely drained…”
Camellia Paul shares her notes on her brush with the Covid19 virus.