The City and I

By Upasana Gupta ‘We’ll never fight again, Motts. Promise me?’ ‘Never Pashi. I promise you. And even if we do, because its me and you, we’ll come here, this spot, and hug it out’. ‘Fine, I love you babbby! Just one more question- What are... Read More

By Tanvi Girotra A memory is a beautiful thing. When asked “If you’re 60 and living alone, what would your house look like?”, I’d say my house would be full of photographs. Photographs that a person needs to shuffle through, to know everything about my life. Photographs that show... Read More

By Tanvi Girotra When I was little, I had a weird habit of associating every moment with the place where it occurred. The people were hardly relevant compared to their surroundings. So while you might remember your first play in pre school, I remember the stage and the... Read More

By Chandramouli Banerjee Three years the boy has spent in this alien town of big cars blaring the latest gangsta rap. In the city of pretty girls who cannot speak English. In a mini-country sized city which falls in the range of surface to surface missiles of not one, but three... Read More

By Tanvi Girotra Growing up in a place like Delhi, you learn not to get too accustomed to things around you. Things in this city take only a few moments to completely turn over and become something else. Delhi surprises me every day. So do its people. I could know someone for... Read More

By Tanvi Girotra I’m not crazy about chocolates. Or flowers. I don’t like people shopping for me. I don’t approve of other people’s taste in shoes or bags. I hate everything pink and or heart shaped.  But I like love. Or at least what I think is love. After spending hours and... Read More