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…
The Woman Leader: Barriers Within And Outside
“For me a better democracy is a democracy where women do not only have the right to vote and to elect but to be elected.” ~ Michelle Bachelet, United Nations High Commissioner for Human Rights. Arundhati Rai Chaudhuri Even constituting half of the world’s population has not given women equal share in legislation and decision-making…
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?
TWI Poetry: 2 Poems
Josie Rozell Balance Centrefold exists onlyin vinyasa yogaand origami classes give it upto the genial violenceof the rope swingthat carries you to the netherworld enjoy the windthe wildness made stark by the sunwhich stretcheswebbed fingers towards your lungs. The body, as a wholeis not symmetric. You,more than a bodybut thusly housedare likewise. If We Must…
TWI Art: 2 Artworks
Sakshi Gupta Once Upon A Time This tree is somewhere standing majestically in the Cubbon Park of Bangalore. As I enter this place, I feel each of those twisted and crooked branches reaching out to me. I sit under one of them, suddenly aware of the glaring sun which had been following me until now….
The Woman Inc. 