Poetry by Bharti Bansal: ‘My house has always been a little too ambitious to become a home / People came and went, like whiffs of air’

Personal Essay by Bharti Bansal: ‘The only way light can bend with no escape is by entering a black hole. You grow old enough to realize that whatever happened to you wasn’t the universe communicating. It breaks you in the worst possible ways.’

Personal Essay by Bharti Bansal: ‘I think I indeed am born in the family of angry, rebellious people who love as strongly as they can. Our loved ones carve paths for each other, or else, how can we ever find where the trail starts and ends?’

Two poems by Bharti Bansal: ‘I believe grandmothers can see through us / As haunting as it sounds, I find relief in the knowledge / That someone will always know this little part of me’