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Nahian Jamal Joyeeta
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Joyeeta is a hoarder of stories, be it from nature, streets, bookshelves or even random people around her. She didn't chose to be a writer- it’s the only way she could salvage the tales that imploded in her mind, and now has become the only she can make sense of her existence. Despite being a published author, Joyeeta seeks validation from herself through her rants.

International Mother Language Day 2020: the gleaming glitch of Language, Nationality, Culture and Literature
Our mother tongue is more than a mode of speech; it’s a legacy, an emotion and a legend we’ve carried down to four generations. On International Mother Language Day, we pay our gratitude to the martyrs who shed themselves for…
Dear Love… (A Quest for True Romance)
The author explores the attractions felt towards people at different stages, every emotion that has evoked something deeper, stayed, or vanished, accordingly. This is a piece of fiction aimed at the hopeless romantics at heart, in a low-key quest for…
“Take me Home”- Growing up & other reality checks
John Denver makes it so easy to miss home when he sings “Country roads”. Although my home is nowhere near West Virginia, it can make my eyes tear up a bit, because I don’t feel like I have been at…
Durga Puja 2019: A Retrospective
From having a 5-day puja holiday to seeing streets lit up with decorations for the Puja, and honouring different POC values at various Puja sets across the subcontinent, here’s my take on the Durga Puja 2019. A ten-day long celebration…
Afraid to Love: Priyanka Chopra, Kashmir and ‘Humanitarianism’ at Play
Precaution and the “turn-off button” is not the same thing. We are all afraid to feel, afraid to sympathize and afraid to be selfless. We call each other mindless, delusional tools for having emotions; we are all so stuck up…
Half-Full Voids: Feminism, Mansplaining and the Need for Equality
When we jump from begging to thanking the patriarchy for our basic rights, we aren’t celebrating empathy and empowerment, but are feeding into the misogyny far more dangerously than the obvious. Us brown women have a reputation for either being…
Murakami: Kitchen table, Bookstores and More
While I am at the crossroads of life, transitioning from High School to the University phase, I took to seeking inspiration from some of my idols, and the discoveries I made along the way are blissful. This is a tribute…
Are Matches really Made in Heaven?
To brown millennials, marriage has two meanings: a legal license to live with the love of your life, or the ticket to being partly socially acceptable. What it isn’t usually, though, is a congregation of hearts, a timeless bond and…
An Ode to Recovery: Words
Words, I am short of; They escape me, frequently, like a tide that’s aimless. I throw them on a wall and they bounce back behind me, Into the pit of darkness that I had built long ago: unnecessarily. Words: they…
An Ode to Recovery: Again
I know this smell all too well The smell of recognition The smell of intimacy The smell of submission The smell of colours The smell of new fantasies The smell of music. You tell me it’s not the same Oh,…