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I dreamt I orbited high above the deepest reaches of the Earth’s core where Wisdom winters (Published in FlashFlood)

I dreamt I orbited high above the deepest reaches of the Earth’s core where Wisdom winters (Published in FlashFlood)

by Arti Jain | Jul 11, 2025 | Print and online

When it was time, I stepped into the bath full of spider webs. Some quivered with rage. Some crackled like silence does, like pomegranate seeds do. I crusted over their collective mutiny of light, shimmer, shade, and thought to myself—it’s time to rest my maudlin...
Of Songs, Thresholds, and Slippers (Published in the Epistemic Literary)

Of Songs, Thresholds, and Slippers (Published in the Epistemic Literary)

by Arti Jain | May 7, 2025 | Creative Non-Fiction

by Author : Arti Jain https://arti-jain.com/wp-content/uploads/2025/05/8-Nov-2024-at-12_57_23 pm.mp3 A new song sung; nay, belted out by a familiar female voice floods the car as Idrive to the library one morning— Main thaare paon ki jutti na Ke jad jee kare per li...
“What about Mummy’s saris?” I ask my father after thirty years

“What about Mummy’s saris?” I ask my father after thirty years

by Arti Jain | Sep 26, 2024 | Creative Non-Fiction

“Tsk…later, eat these first.” Daddy points to piping hot samosas. ‘Got them specially for you.’ It’s been thirty years. He doesn’t know I’ve turned gluten free. I ask again. “We must’ve given them to the maids or something…it’s been thirty years.” “Not even one?”...
Yeti and the Sewing Machine (Published in the Porch Litmag)

Yeti and the Sewing Machine (Published in the Porch Litmag)

by Arti Jain | Sep 26, 2024 | Fiction

Published in the Porch Litmag One Wednesday in August, I decide to haiku and eulogize my mother. Not at the same time, of course. I could never fit a haiku around my Ma. 17 syllables would be far too many for her euphony. Ghrrrrrrr ghrrrrrrrr ghrrrrrrr was the only...
Questions Frida Kahlo wanted to ask but painted ‘The Love Embrace, the Universe, the Earth (Mexico), Diego, Me and Senor Xoloti’ instead

Questions Frida Kahlo wanted to ask but painted ‘The Love Embrace, the Universe, the Earth (Mexico), Diego, Me and Senor Xoloti’ instead

by Arti Jain | Sep 26, 2024 | Print and online

Is this love? Is mossy green the right shade for Earth? Why doesn’t love last? Why doesn’t blood? Why does this longing? How to paint gnawing? Can’t figure out and yet I paint brokenness, roots—why? Where did I read about Shiva’s third eye? Did they say it symbolizes...
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  • Questions Frida Kahlo wanted to ask but painted ‘The Love Embrace, the Universe, the Earth (Mexico), Diego, Me and Senor Xoloti’ instead

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