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The Erotic is Power

The Erotic is Power

However, this also meant that women who chose to dress sexy were deemed bad feminists or not feminists at all. Many feminists dismissed the erotic as pornography or an extension of patriarchal conditioning. 

 

Eshna Sharma- Winner of Wingword Poetry Prize 2019

Eshna Sharma- Winner of Wingword Poetry Prize 2019

In December last year, I had sent in a poem, kakinada, as an entry for the Wingword Poetry Competition. The results were out last month, and I was pleasantly surprised to find myself in the Commendable Mentions section.
Towards a Feminist Cinema or What Bollywood can reveal about us?

Towards a Feminist Cinema or What Bollywood can reveal about us?

The use of rape scenes without the consent of Phoolan Devi in Bandit Queen is exploitation of her experience. Certain scenes from the acclaimed series ‘Paatal Lok’ narrate the rape of Dalitbahujan womxn.
10 books to read this summer

10 books to read this summer

Summer reading is one such important event that everyone plans. While for some it is a way to conquer their reading goals, for others it might be a way to relax and unwind whilst on their holiday. 
A (female) sex in the city

A (female) sex in the city

Even after more than 20 years of its airing, the friendship of these four women in the Sex and the City typically attains a soft corner in my heart with my favorite scene where they sing together the song- "I am a woman, hear me roar".
In Conversation with Aashti Sindhu- The Vegan Pilot

In Conversation with Aashti Sindhu- The Vegan Pilot

Calling myself an animal lover while paying people to kill them, is not the kind of person I want to be. People will talk no matter what you do, make it worth their while! 

In Conversation with Odeshni Kistan - A Plus Size Model

In Conversation with Odeshni Kistan - A Plus Size Model

“Once upon a time the world made me feel disgusting in my own skin” - this is something that we all feel on a daily basis and it’s not okay. I remember when was in high school, the pressure of constantly wanting to look a certain way used to eat me up inside.

Jalo and the Tree

Jalo and the Tree

By Saloni Panicker

In all truthfulness, I think I am greener in colour than I am in feeling. A thing of joy, I'd like to believe, really. Envy is not a good look on trees.

Parijat

Parijat

By Mandar Naik

Sunita got up with the cold winter breeze, which rushed in through the open window. She got up to close it but stood there for a while

The ocean of pleasure

The ocean of pleasure

By LAUDEEP SINGH

Smell it,
before you lick it.

Let the smell 
of my deepest essence 

A Love Letter to All the Cities I’ve Tasted Summer In

A Love Letter to All the Cities I’ve Tasted Summer In

By Ria Chakraborty

New Delhi, Delhi
Amidst the bustle of the metropolitan heartland

 

Revival

Revival

By Prisha Tiwari

Light poured in from a window; covered by sheer curtains that failed at their attempt to block the powerful rays from the mighty orb

In the blue light

In the blue light

By Aishee Ghoshal

The yellow walled apartment is too small
Yellow what an awful colour
Often smells of the rotten trash

Decibel

Decibel

By Reshma Joly

My nipples had hardened to the likings of black chickpeas.
Impatience were
in his eyes and mine.

Good girl from an all-girls’ school

Good girl from an all-girls’ school

By Akshita Himatsingka

When a shy girl grows up only around women, all her ideas about men come from novels and movies

Everyone Has

Everyone Has

By Deonte Osayande

Liberating intercourse 
without shame, I've been 
trying to return home

Saving Yellow Sky

Saving Yellow Sky

By Kaushiki Saraswat

The cane chairs,
on the verandah in Dehradun mum dad I
sat outside looking at the yellow sky

Mangoes

Mangoes

Mangoes remind me of summer
suckling on the tip 
like a babe to a breast 
nector as satiating as a mother's milk 
"Nothing."

"Nothing."

By Antara Sathe

The dock creaked under our pressure as we laid down on it, our legs dangling over the edge. We looked up at the cottony clouds

Halt!

Halt!

By Debahuti Borah

Halt, right there, 
From snatching my existence
Made upon wet sands. 

The women of my house

The women of my house

By Maria Uzma Ansari

Even though I hated the heat I had to face and the looks of distaste I would spawn from everyone because I was different

Coconut oil

Coconut oil

By Anahita Mehra

Mumbai — the city of dreams; out of those dreams how many were realised and how many broke every hour nobody cared to ask, nobody cared to tell.

Something More than "Just Friends"

Something More than "Just Friends"

By Preksha Jain

The question that has plagued so many adolescents in their already trying time of moratorium, is the age old question...

Phantom Dreams and Ghost Pain

Phantom Dreams and Ghost Pain

By Muskaan Ohri

at seven you look up at the sky
drowning your eyes in the yellow moon above

Ode to A Land I Have Never Known

Ode to A Land I Have Never Known

By Syeda Namayah Fatima Hussain

My head tucked in the crevice of her knees 
like a creeper round its roots,
I trace the fading lines on her palm...

Grocery shopping as an artist

Grocery shopping as an artist

By Diya Kandhari 

I see the drought of parched lips,
The disdainful shabbiness of comfort

Sunrise Lolly & Strawberry Heart Pops

Sunrise Lolly & Strawberry Heart Pops

By Carl Colaco

Ingredients:
3 am DM’s
Juice of a relationship
1 love, peeled and chopped

Summer

Summer

By Sneha Vyas

When you told me 
you had a surprise planned, 
I hoped it was Disneyland. 
Instead, you said it was 

Consented Rape

Consented Rape

By Naman Garg

I have been touched by men
A hundred times before
And I prepare my flesh

Summer Haven

Summer Haven

By Atalant Nadkar

The soothing touch of the
Cold floor on his bare skin;
The knots in his limbs uncoiled