Pujasree

    As the night was slowly settling and the night creatures’ melodies accompanied the radiance of the crescent moon, a voice resonated from the depths of Tamil Nadu’s greenery.  The notes lingered in the air and I was overcome with a feeling that was deeper than melancholia. When Pujasree sings, she wears her heart…

Kirti

I arrived to the coastline of Pondicherry at dawn, as the sun was slowly rising and illuminating the mustard houses. Every corner of the city looked like a Godard film set. For a second, I forgot that I was in India but then street dogs chased me and I met a woman who was feeding…

Leonna

On the outskirts of Bangalore, the heat hurled me out of the streets of pastel houses into quieter roads and into a golden cavern filled with magical colours; all forms of materials, tools and golden threads. Leonna welcomed me to her workshop. Four young men were sitting in the different corners of the room, sewing,…

Solo

She took me down the streets of Bangalore, through the roaring traffic that flows continuously. The city never stops, it never sleeps. When we entered Sreejita’s friend’s flat, hand-painted flowers and psychedelic shapes decorated the walls. “This is yet another house for the mental people!” Solo, who uncannily reminded me of Alison Bechdel, laughed. Her own house,…

Roshini

  “It took me ten years to finally love and accept my body. Today, I live to inspire others to do the same. Issues surrounding the body are universal but I think that, as an Indian woman, I need to make an even stronger point. It is important to fight against unnecessary beauty standards and…

Annu

        “Instead of looking for comfort in people I always seek it in my illustrations. Art is always there to listen, whatever your craft is.” Art heals, art empowers and the practice of it transforms one’s life into an artwork! I often say that when life gives you lemons, squeeze them hard…

Pooja

      While savouring the most grounding Sattvic food, a buckwheat kichiri, Pooja and I sat on the floor of her apartment, rooting ourselves deep into the earth. The Goan rain had ceased for a moment but the humidity of the monsoon season was inescapable. Pooja’s humble home smelled of camphor and on a…