Kritika ShuklainBe OpenSilencesWhen you see your father cry for the first timeDec 17, 20212Dec 17, 20212
Kritika ShuklainWriters’ BlokkeNoisesAs I tried searching for a quieter place, the more noise my ears noticed. Vegetable vendor announcing his presence.Dec 13, 2021Dec 13, 2021
Kritika ShuklainBe OpenFAQ at midnightI am writing this on the table facing the balcony. The moon is here. My lamp is discharged.Jul 23, 20214Jul 23, 20214
Kritika ShuklainKnow Thyself, Heal ThyselfThe Past Is RevisitingSlowly, steadily The past is revisiting.Jul 17, 20212Jul 17, 20212
Kritika Shuklainthe CafeIt’s The First Time For Our Parents, As WellMy mother was twenty-six when she had me, twenty-three when she had my brother. That’s one year younger than what I’m today. As I’m writing…Jun 25, 20213Jun 25, 20213
Kritika ShuklainKnow Thyself, Heal ThyselfA Girl And A BoyThere was once a boy And his sister Tina.Jun 4, 20214Jun 4, 20214
Kritika ShuklainWriters’ BlokkeWhen Was Yesterday?Was it before 12 AM or did it wait for me to fell asleep?Jun 1, 20214Jun 1, 20214
Kritika ShuklainTell Your StoryThe Conversations I Never HadMaybe I am not courageous enough, to let my words decide who would I be. So I’m sorry I kept quiet that day. We could have talked, but I…Jun 1, 20214Jun 1, 20214
Kritika ShuklainBe OpenAll of a suddenAll of a sudden, there was no space left for a shy woman. Everyone admired a savage one, one who snaps back raises hands first smokes a…May 29, 20216May 29, 20216