By Aashvi Singh Today, I am sixteen years old. One, four, eight, and twelve years…
the weight of blood
By Aashvi Singh There is nothing that could make a young girl jump out of…
Correspondences with a Frito
By Aashvi Singh Hey, it’s me! Frito! Crunchy, salty, and delicious. Excited to be eaten…
welcome to the condensory
By Aashvi Singh I heard there is a lamp in the shining sky. Both my…
Elara’s Pots
By Aashvi Singh In a village, in a valley, in between two mountains, there lived…