Cabin Chronicles

Here, we became braver by the day. We fell deeply in love with what stories could do

- Chinki Sinha

I never really kept anything of mine in that cabin in the old Outlook office building for the 30 months that I was there. I never really thought I belonged there, and that wasn’t because I didn’t want to but because it is difficult for women to own spaces. 

The first time I entered the building as an editor, there was a resignation letter waiting, which wasn’t addressed to me. It was because of me. The person said he had more experience and he had been around for more than two decades when I asked him to stay. I said you take the cabin. I felt apologetic about being there. 

Perhaps that’s why, for months, the cabin was occupied but never really owned. 

The cabin had a window that opened out to a rooftop where broken furniture was piled up to look like a shrine I had seen in a zombie film called Ravenous. That, I found familiar. That’s how I came to AB-10. 

The cabin had a lot of framed