Editor
Amarkant is a research scholar in Philosophy at IIT Bombay. He follows Ambedkarism. He holds a degree in Physics and has taught Theatre at high school. He loves Hindustani classical music and cats. He is in awe of Dostoevsky and is currently struggling with Heidegger.
Reviewer & Coordinator of the Translation Collective
Ambrish considers himself the epitome of an uncertain personality. He believes that certainty brings a stagnation of mind and spirit, leading to a dullness of which he has almost developed a phobia. He is currently struggling to pay bills along with working on his dream of making films. He often daydreams not of winning awards or giving grand interviews, but of succeeding in creating a work of art in the future, the thrill of which already makes his heart beat, as if the work already exists and he only has to encounter it. He dislikes romanticism but knows that he hasn't come across anyone as hopelessly romantic as himself.
Reviewer
A student of yoga and animal telepathic communication, bhavani is plant powered and Earth-inspired. Her fiction is part of the anthology A Case of Indian Marvels published by Aleph. Her short fiction "A Fragrance That Could Have Been" was the winner of the 2016 Out of Print-DNA Contest.
Reviewer & Copy editor
Deepshikha (she/they) is an amateur poet from a small town in India. Currently studying literature, her interests lie in exploring the various intersectionalities that frame our identities. They believe in the transformative power of literature to bring about the radical changes society needs. She is also mildly obsessed with manga, xianxia novels and AO3.
Editor
Jagjit is a point-blank poet and a compulsive photographer. Trained as an engineer ("which is not education, but a conspiracy by intelligent machines to enslave humans"), he later moved to Humanities, travelled across the length and breadth of India like a missionary, flirted with activism and labour politics for a couple of years, and like a true Kashmiri scorched his hands at all the rebellions. These days he's home: day-dreaming, evening-drinking, night-writing and morning-sleeping. When asked what went wrong, he replies "everything, except literature." An aspiring Proustian, he believes words will make sense of all that's been lost and shattered.