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By Ashtha Tiwari

The auto had the sound resembling that of an earthquake, and it was responded by my mother coming out from the gate to watch me

By Amrisha Sinha

curled fists fuse themselves
into the warmth 
of clipped grass,
tension easing into loose soil.

By Gayathri Mupparapu

Is a woman's role just being a wife and mother or do we have more to us? In my typical south Indian household