Author: Bound Team

The air in Room Number Seven of the City Marriage Registrar’s office was not just thick; it was actively suffocating. It smelled of three conflicting entities: stale government paper, the metallic tang of anxiety, and the competing perfumes of fifty people crammed into a space designed, generously, for six. The room itself was a low-ceilinged… Continue reading The Silence in Room Seven: A Fusion Court Wedding Story

THE BRIDE: Priya, 7:30 PM, Staring at Paneer Butter Masala I’m not eating. Well, I’m eating. Obviously, I’m eating. The aunties would drag me to a doctor if I didn’t touch the food at my own wedding. But I’m eating the way you eat when your stomach is a tight fist of anxiety and your… Continue reading Things I Ate at an Indian Wedding – Nandhitha B

The Lake Palace glittered like a gem on the Pichola, looking like something from a dream, or rather something from an expensive advertisement in a glossy magazine. Vikram’s taxi lurched through Udaipur’s narrow lanes before depositing him at the jetty where a private boat waited to ferry wedding guests across the lake. Three days, Vikram… Continue reading Plus None – Maryann Taylor

Ba was eighty-three years old, barely five feet tall even in her best slippers, and she was about to go to war. She sat on the corner of the sofa in her granddaughter’s flat in Ghatkopar and surveyed her troops. Thirty-two relatives crammed into a living room meant for maybe fifteen, all talking at once,… Continue reading Italian Marble and Pearls – Nirav Mehta

Tina. Tina. Tina. Do you know it all began with you? I was six, or seven when I saw you, but I found you in retrospection. Do people get crushes when they are six or seven? Maybe they do, maybe they don’t. I still don’t know, but looking back, maybe I did. Maybe it feels… Continue reading Letter to Tina Malhotra from Kuch Kuch Hota Hai – Gayatri Varma

Dear Rosa Diaz, I first met you in quarantine. The world outside had come to a stop, but inside, everything was falling apart. I was mourning the loss of people I loved. The pain wasn’t loud or theatrical. It was still and heavy. It lived in the silence of every room. I turned to Brooklyn… Continue reading Letter to Rosa Diaz from Brooklyn 99 – Abhigya Singh

Hey Shaleen, I hope you’re doing great. Hard to believe that its been almost 17 years since we graduated college. Wow, that feels like another lifetime. You were my best friend and I was too naïve to assume that it would be forever. Looking back, I was this shy introverted girl, and couldn’t imagine even… Continue reading Letter to Shaleen from Jaane Tu Ya Jaana Na – Priyanka Sankaran