Anu Mahadev As I write this in anticipation of the release of our next issue, snow is swirling and blanketing everything around me – summoning peace and suffusing the world with silence. But the precursor to this season was equally beautiful. It is good to know that despite the threat of climate change; some natural…
Category: TWI Winter Issue 2021
TWI Fiction: The Girl Who Talked To Sunsets
A story revolving around Suraya, Ravi and the sun Ankit Jamwal Suraya screamed at the Sun. Had it been only a week since she met Ravi? How did her life converge at this point…? * The walls loomed large, the vast complex resembling a prison. But Suraya could leave, unlike the others inside. Although she…
TWI Poetry: Autumn
Taseer Gujral I held an old picture in handThe absence of colour stirring a seasonOf fullness in a voidI saw fire throwing up tired shadows on wallsI saw red leaves returning to their branchesAnd a strange fear possessed meThe fear of coming to the path I had started fromI always had a problemWith tracing the…
TWI Fiction: Life’s Assets
What is an asset to life? This short story dedicated to the narrator’s sister answers it Sneha Sudha Komath My earliest memories are of my sister’s childhood. Of her riding back and forth on the hinged gates of our house in Mysore. She would call out to neighbours, passers-by, and especially the old Malayali postman,…
TWI Poetry: Destined to Go
Chaitali Sengupta The evening drops. A blue darkness,on the embittered trees,lamenting on their barrenness.The bark of my body, stiff and limp, nowhas grown vulnerable feet. Youth is gnarled in my ancient limbs,missing, almost like a language lost.The spark of the yore,sleep in the marrow, shadowed by time. The heart beats, morphed nowby each pore of loneliness.It is…
TWI Poetry: Rebirth
Santosh Bakaya A lone dog looks around with a nonchalant air,seeing nothing but red.In another corner a man burns chinar leaves, making coal,now and then stoking the fire, watching a frolicsome foal. With firewood on her head,steel in her heart, an unending winter in her soul,the young but stooped woman, looks around in a daze,hunting…
TWI Writerly: Les Petites Revolutions
A descriptive essay on how Bangladesh looked and felt in 2018. An essay on how small acts of rebellion are the cornerstone of a revolution. An essay for the future. Nafis Shahriar There is a particular event I remember from 2018, an event that has been etched into my memory in the guise of a…
TWI Fiction: When the Dawn Comes
A short story on a mother’s pensiveness Madhurima Vidyarthi It was a chink of the first light squinting in through the curtains that woke her. At first she didn’t know where she was. Was this the big bed she shared with her sisters? No, that was softer – this bed was small, hard. And who…
TWI Poetry: Sunflowers
Bharti Bansal The ceramic violet coloured pot Gives home to two sunflowers The sunflowers which choose to bloom every single day Even after I forget to water them Their petals, a shade of Van Gogh’s optimism Their sepals, emerald green And the brown mud Still scream louder than I can hear That good things don’t…
TWI Poetry: To You, Amber Wisdom
Soumi Duttgupta Laden Autumn,your latent sapienceresonates. My auburn years,florid in sundry experience,are yearning for adeciduous spree. Can you whisper to methe word that shall set me free?
The Woman Inc. 