Karina Pandya

In 2016, although I had written extensively, I had never actually performed open-mic poetry. Writing had always been my primary form of expression, with speaking coming second. So, when I decided to take the stage for my first performance at The Habitat in Khar, I was nervous, especially doing it alone. I wanted to build my confidence, and this seemed like the only way to do it. Coincidentally, 2016 was also the year The Habitat was founded. It became the place where I made my debut as an artist. The Habitat quickly became a safe space where I forged friendships with fellow poets and artists. I still remember the moment that turned my life around—stepping onto that dimly lit stage, microphone in hand. It felt like opening a door I had been too afraid to touch before.  Some of the people I shared space with over there are Zoheb Khan, Bikram Bumrah, Kunal Jhawar, Navaldeep Singh, Jackie Thakkar, Simar Singh, Aranya Johar, Rakesh Tiwari, Ramneek Singh, Hussain Haidry, Kartikey Sehgal,...

      Mini was a cat who had seen it all. A sleek and graceful calico with a taste of elegance, she had a regal air about her and always carried herself with quiet dignity. She had a spark of adventure and a touch of mystery, all with a lot of sass. She just couldn't believe it as she stretched on the cosy rug in her apartment – in the sunlit living room; she was turning 39 today, a dream only few cats had!     However, she refused to spend this birthday alone. She had three wonderful friends – Bunty, Babli and Prince Goldie- with whom she could share her day. These felines had been by her side through thick and thin, and they were invited to come over to celebrate with her. The first one to arrive was Bunty – a lively black and white cat who resembled Hitler. She loved to talk about anything and everything. There was a constant twinkle in her eyes; she was always on the lookout for something new to explore. She had an infectious energy, and wherever she we...