A digital magazine on sexuality in the Global South

Author: Surbhi Dewan

बंटवारे की कहानियाँ : जब मेरी दादी ग़ालिब को सरहद पार ले आयीं

गुमशुदा घरों से जुडी कहानियाँ आज दुनिया के कोने-कोने में मिलती हैं, लेकिन फिर भी देखा गया है कि लोग इन्हें जानना नहीं चाहते, इन्हें सुनने से डरते हैं, या फिर कभी बयान करने के लिए इन्हें छोड़ देते हैं ताकि वे अपने और अपने बच्चों के लिए वह ज़िन्दगी तैयार कर पाएँ जिसका सपना…

Review: Khamosh Pani – What heaven is there for me?

Who fights, who flees and who flows with the tide? Branching off from the community, with all the comforts that it offers, can become a true test of character.This year marks the 70th anniversary of the Partition of India – a significant chapter in our history when millions of people were faced with this dilemma.


I was a shy kid, coming into my element only at home with my sister. I didn’t like being at social gatherings; large groups of peers or family made me go back into my shell. I never thought this would change, but like everything else, it did. I was surprised to find myself becoming a very sociable young adult, creatively inclined, and the life of any party.
Abuse in Marriage, women waiting

Yellow Light

Invitation cards had been printed. Her parents wanted to get the best of everything for her. She knew that all this generosity came more out of them trying to put up appearances than out of their love for her. Instead of trying to make sense of it all, or to reason with them, she was told to just enjoy this special life event. Once the whole family had arrived, all of her father’s financial worries and her mother’s emotional ones got drowned in the festivities that took place each night. The bright strings of lights flickered all around the house, announcing the upcoming marriage to the world.
Photo of a piece of paper from an autograph diary. It has signatures of Indian cricketers Vinod Kambli, and Sachin Tendlkar.

The Girl Who Dreamt an Impossible Dream

The dream soon turned into an obsession, fuelled by my kind and supportive father who would’ve done the same for me no matter what I had decided to obsess over. Before I knew it, my whole life revolved around cricket. I had a room full of posters of men who played cricket, and a brain full of cricket facts and trivia. The posters covered every inch of my room. I remember picking up new ones every other week from the street-side sellers of Connaught Place in Delhi, and found one with every new issue of The Hindu’s sports magazine called Sports Star.
Photo of a hand in front of a cloudy and sunny sky. The picture is clicked such that it seems the sun is held in the palm of the hand.

Seeking Moksha

It could be your best friend, a partner, a sister or a parent. Hurting and getting hurt seem to form the basic universal nature of relationships. I have always wondered about why we like creating these connections, and why we need this social network.
The staging of a Ramleela performance, with actors dressed in costumes representing mythological figures

The Magic of Travel

When the opportunity to work on a documentary film shoot about mapping Ramleela (a dramatic folk re-enactment of the life of Ram(a), an avatar of Hindu god Vishnu, and his wife Sita, an avatar of goddess Lakshmi) performance traditions across the state of Orissa presented itself, I had three thoughts in my head.
In Plainspeak English Audit In Plainspeak English Audit 100% 10 A Hindu bride placing a ring on the groom's finger. Screen reader support enabled. A Hindu bride placing a ring on the groom's finger.

The Confidence of a Married Woman

I envy confident women. It could be the way a woman speaks her mind, the way she dresses, or just her self-assured body language in a room full of people that blows me away. In my view, there is a confidence that comes naturally, and one that strengthens with one’s upbringing. I seem to lack…