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Dua Lomesh
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I’m Dua Lomesh, a writer and multidisciplinary thinker based in India. My work explores the intersections of psychology, culture, identity, and the human condition. I write to understand how we feel, why we change, and what shapes the inner worlds we rarely speak about.
My practice moves fluidly between fiction, essays, narrative explorations, reflective commentaries, academic insights, and poetic prose. I am drawn to emotional complexity, sociocultural patterns, and the unspoken forces that shape modern life. To me, writing is more than communication; it is interpretation, a way of seeing that helps me question assumptions, deepen empathy, and make meaning out of experience.
I follow a multidisciplinary approach, drawing from psychology, sociology, literature, art, and contemporary knowledge systems. This allows me to blend analysis with intuition and craft work that resonates both intellectually and emotionally.
I began writing under the pen name “Dua Lomesh” in 2015, when I was immersed in Urdu poetry and ghazals. The name has since become a space for depth, complexity, and the clarity of thinking differently.
Through all my work, my intention remains the same: to create writing that encourage reflection, self-inquiry, and a deeper connection with one’s own inner life.
What Lives Behind Our Ribs
Updated at Dec 26, 2025, 06:07
In a narrow lane of Nizamuddin East stands a house with a chipped blue door; unremarkable to most, but a lifeline for three women who have spent their lives building themselves around wounds no one sees.
Aanya Mehta, an architect whose brilliance hides the ghosts of an unspeakable childhood.
Zoya Naqvi, a journalist who maps other people’s tragedies to avoid confronting her own.
Dr. Sharda Bindra, a trauma surgeon whose calm exterior conceals a private, lifelong ledger of loss.
Bound by circumstance and a fragile kind of faith, the three construct a sanctuary where silence is permitted, pain is shared in fragments, and survival is an imperfect art. But when Aanya’s long-buried past resurfaces; violent, territorial, and uninvited; the architecture of their lives begins to crack.
As the city breathes heavily with monsoon air and unspoken histories, all three women must confront a devastating truth:
what we survive shapes us, but what we cannot name threatens to unmake us.
Unflinching, intimate, and devastatingly human, What Lives Behind Our Ribs is a portrait of friendship as refuge, trauma as inheritance, and the delicate, dangerous act of letting someone see you as you are.
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