The Open Close: ISSUE 8 (Preview)

issue 8

CONTRIBUTORS Sahiba Bhojwani Jessica Jani Ruchi Nanwani Varad Sanadi Kenneth Soares Zarah Noorani Shachi Shah Chaitali Das Amartya Chakrabarti Shiuli Jamuar Sreenidhi Parasuram

Cover by: Hiran Madiya (@hiranaway)

where you can find us - in your heart

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editor's note Let me start this note by doing what I do best, apologizing for being late. This issue was due a very long time ago and as much as it bugs me, I hate to admit that it is what it is. However, now that I am here, writing this to you, it can only mean that the issue is very close to being out. Out for you to read, invest in, pass on, or even just add to your collection of pretty-looking literature.

I’ve often been asked why I don't stick to a theme for every issue. All I can ever say to that is ‘I like to keep things abstract’. How moronic I must sound to them, no? Yeah, but there truly is no room for apology here. I do like to keep things abstract. Take this issue for example, we’ve got interviews with ‘Khidkee’ a home interiors brand and Kenneth Soares, an up and coming singer/ songwriter. This issue is, therefore, quuuite exciting, in addition to being close to abstract.

Edit: Apart from all that, every note feels incomplete if I don't tell you unnecessary things about my personal life. I don't really care about telling you, or not telling you, so i tell you. That made very little sense, but I’ll still hold onto the shred of sense that it did make. Falling in love rocks, man. It's really cool. Being able to get through something with someone you love and value so much is gr8. Being slightly stoic about it is mediocre, but it's a nice time overall. 100% recommended. I used to think that its a terrible idea to write about boys I like on a public platform, you know, because breaking up is mostly inevitable. This feels like #noregrets, though. Truly, a fun time, every time. I’m just, really happy.

Tell me what you think about love. Send me anything on my email, let’s talk. You’re all fun people… I think.

But seriously, let’s talk! openclosemag@gmail.com

Zarah Noorani Editor-in-Chief The Open Close magazine (@zarahnoorani)

UNCERTAIN Sahiba Bhojwani

Back and fro with a swinging mind, goes on my feet, the sky changing a beat, the sky was clear the smell so earthy, all I asked for was a thought so worthy, don't know how this day will go, or what new pain will it bring to me, will I win the war or again be lost in the black sea? I still have this intrepidity in my soul, this yearning to climb the knoll. Here I am sitting under a mango tree, expelling smoke into the night, away from cold clench of reality.

The stars are tiny, yet beautiful.

The moon is round, yet beautiful The sky turns darker, yet beautiful If it is the same creator who created the above, who also created you, with flaws disguised as beauty, how can you not be beautiful?

My heart is a moon, as dark as me in my room, which makes me remember How good i'm lonely, Gives me courage to rise so boldly.

Go back to your old friends, and the new ones you've made, you don't want me around as you have clearly conveyed, I'm a mere spectator witnessing your grand parade, so easily forgotten Why have I even stayed?

Although I can easily shift through that, and penetrate your filmy disguise, I'm as perceptive as a clever cat, Attempting to fool me wasn't wise.

Still, there are some people in my life, who know how I am just by looking in my eyes, they are always here to listen, whether I mourn or I'm panic stricken, they are the reason for whom I'm saying this right now, if I'm the tree, they are my bough Without them I wouldn't have made it through these years, thank you to all of you and cheers to those beers.

Inn Sahiba Bhojwani

Its raining here, The droplets of strangeness, awkwardness,novelty dampens my heart.

For my heart soaks all the slushy feels, Meanwhile ab acquaintance gathers my peels.

My peels were turned into a flower, and gifted to me as a scent of our newly born frienship.

My calender wonders how we be in a petty span of 8 days, Smirking i said, "Days aren't days until spent with my pack of blue lays".

Music, and all that jazz (a playlist for anything, anytime. curated by zarah noorani)

wtf - soy pablo try to be polite - musicmusicmusic rio - lulu soares backyard groove - kenny garrett eat, sleep, wake (nothing but you) bombay bicycle club nothin' on you - bruno mars, BoB dance hall - modest mouse the good times are killing me - modest mouse you and me song - the wannadies my jinji - sunset rollercoaster do you remember the first time - pulp perfect day - lou reed sorted for E's and wizz - pulp drunk drivers/ killer whales - car seat headrest

Dedication Chaitali Das All with their owns, Me, finding mine.

My mind on me Or me on mind.

Observing those Who explore their minds, Finding the lost stones, I try to upturn mine.

Nothing i find To concentrate on.

My frustration still finding Something to rest on.

I look at the folks Following their dreams I try to sleep For something to seek.

I look around And fear the running time.

All exploring their world, Me, still finding mine .

Varad Sanadi instagram: @varadsanadi

Shiuli Jamuar instagram: @shiuli_jamuar