Reflections
गंजे लोगों की पंचायत

गंजे लोगों की पंचायत

“गंजे लोगों की पंचायत” एक सामूहिक आईना है — जहाँ बातों की चहचहाहट में मुद्दे गुम हो जाते हैं। यह कविता, व्यंग्य और आत्मस्वीकृति का एक ऐसा मेल है जो चुभता भी है, हँसाता भी।

Dangers Of A Single Story

When we step into new spaces with open minds, we allow these fuller, more vibrant stories to emerge. This isn’t just about seeing women differently; it’s about approaching every community with humility, ready to discover the depth that a single story could never fully capture.

Whom Does The Forest Belong To?

Whom Does The Forest Belong To?

All about the game of resources and identities, understanding intersectionality with respect to the reserves of Uttarakhand and the politics around it “Hey, hello, you, who are you? What are you doing here?” A forest guard asked me when I was going around for some...

Understanding The Complexitites Of Labelling

Understanding The Complexitites Of Labelling

In a recent group conversation, a colleague lightheartedly asked something along the lines of, “How talkative do you think Adya is?” The other colleague responded with, “Yeh toh expert hai (She is an expert)”.  And I dreaded what I thought would follow next. Because...

Winters Of Bihar [A Poem]

Winters Of Bihar [A Poem]

Seasons are poetic by their very nature. They try to tell us something about what they do, what they bring, and what they take away. The shedding leaves remind me of emptying ourselves before blossoming into wholeness again. They speak of revival. This year's winter...

Half Half None

Half Half None

The following blog has been co-written by co-fellows Daraab Saleem Abbasi and Sourav Roy, from India Fellow 2022 cohort. An old apartment building like many others that you will find in this city. A parking lot in the stilts of the ground floor and narrow staircases...

What’s On Your Mind? [A Poem]

What’s On Your Mind? [A Poem]

They show me the bulging veins,On your forehead and across your abdomen,Striking like lightning bolts against a dark sky.They tell me it shows,The pain you are taking in.Yet not a word. Sweat and blood running down,But not a drop of tear.Swallowing the pain,You sit on...

That Feeling Of Liberation : In Kalahandi

That Feeling Of Liberation : In Kalahandi

When was the last time you felt most liberated? This question that was thrown at us during a virtual learning session has stayed with me for days. At first, it seemed simple enough. But after spending some time pondering on it, I know the guise of simplicity is only a...

“झरने सी मेरी पहचान”

“झरने सी मेरी पहचान”

वेग हूँ, मैं झरना हूँ, गति पे सवार हूँ|रुकती नहीं मैं वादियों में न रुकी कभी चट्टानों में|न रुक सकी पैमानों में, न रुक पायी देवालयों में|मैं बस झरती हूँ, हर बाधा से कुछ और छनती हूँ|देखा सभी जो प्रत्यक्ष है, जहाँ तहां न रमती हूँ|तुम्हे शायद बस मेरा आना सुनाई दे,पर उसकी...

Friendly Spiders Of Agragamee

Imagine you have just woken up. You get up and open the door to step out, and the first thing you see is a spider hanging in front of your door, spreading its web. Thinking it might have gone, I took my first step to go out but the web stuck to my entire face. I...

What Being Restricted Taught Me About Empowerment

What Being Restricted Taught Me About Empowerment

As I work with Shram Sarathi in Gogunda block of Udaipur, Rajasthan, if I have to talk about the most epic ways of local commute, I'll tell you this... The field areas, though accessible through public transport, still require one to navigate a few kilometres on foot,...

Love Story: Return – Part 2/2

Love Story: Return – Part 2/2

Read Part 1 here “ㅤ Zuleikha, I am here. Zulu, l have come. Zulu, please take me in. He looks weak. Dead, if I were honest. I had cut off my past, my past had cut me off. Why is he here… Zuleikha, I looked for you. Zulu, I looked for you in the whorehouses. Zulu, you...