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Of Books and Basant in 2026
Anything dirty sells, they said. Write about the trapped housewife with the vicious mother-in-law, the dirt-poor vegetable seller with the drunkard potbellied husband and the female child with dirt-ringed curls swatting flies out of…
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Is Your Man Trynna Go Back in the Way He Came Out? If so, read this
*no desi mamas were harmed during the writing of this piece, though if some of them have read it, they’re probably on their way to the hospital with swooning problems and fake anxiety attacks.…
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‘Denial.’ def.: She’s Dead and I Can’t Write About it
I want to write about my poor obese grandmother lying on her back with her mouth slack and her hair damp in a shabby government issue hospital bed, illuminated by a single flickering fluorescent…
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I Have Not Forgotten You
This is for you, hungrily hunting for anyone/anything that will make your heartbeats sound like festival music and not a funeral march.
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Oh, For The Love of Foundation!
“Lekin, this will make you look daaark!” She whispered the last word as if it was an oath and she was an 8 year old child. I was bemused.
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Welcome To My Night of Relentless Horror
I wake up with a jerk just as my door opens and an old woman walks into my room. She looks at me for a couple of minutes. I stare back, my mouth dry,…
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Bashing Me(mes)
There’s no future time to accomplish things and get goals done – it’s basically right now. Right now is all we have, so don’t nap.
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I Sold My Soul And It’s Making Me Nervous
They adopt a certain paternally forbearing attitude towards new (young) female employees, all the while checking them out head to toe. Oh, I added the (most) earlier because I didn’t want to wake up…
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The Weeknd and Weird Racism
Strangers, strangers everywhere, and the dulcet tunes of The Weeknd in my ear: what a way to live.
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Nayab Malik 