‘sliced fruits’ is summer love, stained fingertips, tangerine dreams and popsicle sticks 

this issue is a celebration of our heritage, of our true selves, of where we came from and where we will go. it is nostalgia through spicy chaat and spring blossoms; it is love through peeled oranges and ma’s aloo parathas. it is unspoken words in a bowl of sliced fruits, cracked at the edges, passed down from your mother, and hers before her. we invite you, with open arms and hearts, to feast on tangy prose and saccharine sweet verse, to taste your childhood again, to come back home.