Akhila Pingali is a research scholar and freelance translator based in Hyderabad, India. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Flash Flood, SoFloPoJo, trampset, Defunkt Magazine, Five Minutes, Tint Journal, Contemporary Literary Review India, etc. You can find her on Twitter @AkhilaPingali.
Here she is now, all notepad and ears, Telling me a thought is a thought is a thought Is not a rose. Is not love, loss, or identity. I want to say: Rose is the colour of everything rose-coloured. I’m thinking: it can’t hurt, it’s only a dream. Mouth corner rising, she makes a note. Something in me takes up… Read more →
And true enough, sometimes I imagine spiders with a longing unbecoming of an arachnophobe: Wrest eight knuckled legs from nothing weave ten fingers over my eyes stealing looks amidst primal shudders. What a dirty thrill. What a thing to write home about this existing in a calamitous light. It is as if, you say, you want to die. This, after… Read more →