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….

TWI Poetry: Two Poems

Shamayita Sen Binary Thoughts I wake rubbing the night off my eyes. Binary thoughts criss-cross in time. We exchange pleasantries in a mindless daze. A world exists in my eardrums. I have partial memories to gorge upon: my grandfather has invited us to tea, I tug at your shirt, run my fingers on the pock mark on your forehead—I feel the intimacy, your…

TWI Poetry: The Autumn Twilight

Monobina Nath The curls on the sky  Split into lotus and  Pistachio tint Blooms on My palette  That has no paint- To dip,  To revive My ageing leaves, Driving in dreams To and fro- An imaginary swing. I’m holding my paintbrush- Firmly, intimately  To fill, to erase- My thirsty canvas To get moist  By the…

TWI Poetry: Prosthetic Beings

Divisha Chaudhry I hug youYou hug me The prosthetic gods are born like this We all contain divine elementsIt is the present that is rustedand so when we hug We become something plasticSomething which we manufacturedPatiently, tediously and diligently We hugWe become someone extraordinarySomething polished and We dissolve into our prosthetic parts That cling against…