Dear Reader, I would like to extend my heartfelt gratitude to our contributors, and well-wishers who embraced the previous issue of PYSSUM Literaria with much warmth and encouragement. Your engagement continues to inspire our journey as we strive to create a meaningful space for creative expression, dialogue, and reflection through literature and the arts. We are grateful to each of our contributors who responded to our theme ‘Fractured Identities.’ In a world shaped by shift

Who am I? This is a fundamental question that we wrestle with throughout our lives. Across history, theologians, philosophers, poets, scientists, and songwriters have offered pathways toward understanding, each illuminating a facet of this enduring inquiry. Human uniqueness has been explained through genetics and divine spark, through mathematical probability and cosmology, through evolutionary biology and the Big Bang Theory, and through every major spiritual tradition known

My body is not broken— it is a country with languages yet to be named, an atlas of nerves that bends in unfamiliar syntax. You touch it with maps made of myth, assume the terrain from stories told by those who never asked for directions. You call me other as though difference were a sin, as though the moon’s dark side did not hold oceans in its silence. I do not walk—I navigate, not through absence, but through a world that built its doors too narrow, its stairs too ste