• Elvin Shalmiev
    Love

    Undoing the Frost

    The rush of thoughts are tempting to stir. Morbidly warm to soak into. Melancholy wafts over like a welcome blanket. I trip, and trip again. I grab my corner and a sinful brew. Staring out and delving within. Diving into the sticky mess. It licks my arms. Gushes between my legs. My mess is a rabid river. I bite it and it bites me back. My mess. I forget I make it. It continues to make me. — The ease and unease of undressing.Waiting, simply.Asking, despite a thumping heart.The ground shaking beauty of being so utterly naked because you love. — A taste never forgotten.Stubborn. Compulsive. Obsessive. At our weakest,…

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    Hairy Legs

    I was involved in a powerful perceptive experiment last week, contributing to Yao Chen’s (Betty) photography project for college. She studies the art at UvA. The theme was CONTRAST, and she was manifesting it through psychological biases we nurture. These biases are in-built, and we assume them without question. This makes it worthy of thought. What if you are presented with a conflicting situation, and then you realise that it is only your perception and your pre-conceived notions, that is leading to the conflict? Betty had been scouting for material. First was the human association of toys with children, and she wondered if they can be paired with the elderly.…

  • On Management

    Building Brand Fundamentals at Eské

    In April 2017, I switched from real estate services to luxury retail. It was a natural transition, since the work basics of brand building are sector agnostic and I have always been following luxury, fashion and lifestyle through industry publications. I had two additional options – one being a leading hospitality group while the other being an established sports franchise – but Eské offered the necessary challenge of building an organisation up from scratch. How does one really enter a (perceived-to-be) saturated consumer market, with existing category leaders, at a negligible (MVP) budget, when the product being sold is not an essential? I had to figure that out. SK Exports…

  • art by agnes-cecile
    Love

    My clumsy poetry

    I waited for you, expecting you to provide sanity amid all the insanity around. But you had things to do. And I gave in to the madness. And before I stopped waiting for you, I knew I had stopped waiting for myself. — Look around. A pretty face. And one more. Many more. A new fancy everyday. Whom would you kiss? Whom would you nibble at? Whose skin would you bite away and lick every naked crevice you can find as they shiver and surrender before the beast that you are. Whose hand would you hold? Whose eyes would you get lost into? Whose hair would you run your fingers…

  • Courtesy: An Le
    Love,  People

    Fall is here. It fills me.

    She had just sung a song for me, a melody of her own making. She had sung it with all abandon. And now she was looking right at me. Waiting. I saw her smiling wide. Lush brown waves falling over her shoulders. Eyes moist, and bright as sunshine, so brown, a rich roast. I smiled back, lost for words. Wondering which words would aptly describe the earth shaking beneath my feet. What words to describe the smell of her spring in these cold autumn winds. That I lived every note she had written, tracing them through my mad stories. How do I say that her song had taken me on a…

  • Esha Oberoi
    People

    Esha Oberoi

    What would you wear, sunshine? What would you wear when you step off your bed and crinkle your eyes? What would you choose to tell the world today, a perceptive contraption of your own creation, the one you shine through? What cloaks your stitches, what warms your heat? What hangs off your glorious edges? What certain scarf on your high neck? What flowing silk for your invisible stride? What makes you – the layers or the light? Tell me of your free will, and how you provoke yourself. Tell me about the billowing smoke that releases you from it all, and how you fly. Are you swift with the kestrels…