On the night when the pale Moon with its roundness appeared outside my window, I regarded it carefully. Like it was a leech feeding on …
A Tiny Sliver of Why by Avantika Singhal
I like the sound of my own laughter on most days. It pierces the air around me, breaking the tiny shards of silence that make …
Greasy by Avantika Singhal
When I loved eating Junk food at the age of fourteen, I would always visit this food joint close to my house. It was almost …
Choosing Between Tea or Poetry by Avantika Singhal
In my house, a cup of tea prepared by the 17-year-old me is appreciated more than my poetry. Strange women with magnifiers instead of eyes …
You Have Forgotten by Avantika Singhal
There was a time when we tattled about life’s trifles and patriarchal tribulations over scones and coffee. Did you forget that time? Of course, you …