Art And Culture

Your skin is a canvas

Thinking back, there were fewer instances of when even waking up...

September 16, 2021

Some Days

Some days, I feel so incompetent. Like a flower being plucked,...

September 10, 2021

flowers

i shall await, for these flowers to be burnt muster up...

September 2, 2021

Poetry

To the scars on my legs

August 26, 2021 1 Comment

“Don’t wear this dress anymore, people will see your scars” My mom says as I am leaving for my college. “People will see your scars,” It hit me like the thunder. I keep on thinking about it for the rest of my day, Like I would think about my crush. But I wasn’t blushing of

ART AND CULTURE

If you’ve had the same stress level as Kim Kardashian when she lost her diamond earrings, you should read this.

August 5, 2021 0 Comments

Poetry is a therapeutic essence of language that can deliver with just a few lines the full range of human experience. Poetry isn’t something that serves just one purpose. It is a technique, a way of making patterns that put emotions into words. The particularities in poems are like the particularities and personalities that distinguish

ART AND CULTURE

Bride Kidnapping in Kyrgyzstan: A Documentary Review Essay from a Sociological Perspective

July 1, 2021 0 Comments

Bride kidnapping, needless to say, happens to be just another version of the game ‘kokpar’ where women are dragged to the future groom’s home just like how the carcass of a dead goat is dragged to the goal. As insensitive and disturbing it sounds, this inhuman way of marriage, widely prevalent in rural Kyrgyzstan shows

Poetry

I am just like you

September 23, 2020 1 Comment

I am just like you, Except, for the days I wake up feeling like a man, Not the ones, catcalling you down the streets, Or the ones too afraid to cry. Man, so pure that the Color pink doesn’t scare them, Man, untouched by the patriarchy. Other days I am a woman, Not the ones

Poetry

People you may know

September 23, 2020 0 Comments

I still remember that ghastly night, Streets being lit by the moon up so high. I was there with a t-shirt so tight, And a skirt which didn’t even cover my thigh. Passed by a group of boys all so thirst, The way they looked at me made me feel so scary, Felt my heartbeat