By: C. J. Anderson-Wu The first time I encountered my daughter was when she was excavating the earth burying me. My daughter was born after my death sixty years ago, which means she was sixty years old, almost double my…
Revisiting Raja Rao, Mulkraj Anand and R. K. Narayan, “Big Three” of Indo English Literature
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By: Ramlal Agarwal The recognition and discussion of Indo-English novels starts with Raja Rao (1908–2006), Mulk Raj Anand (1905–2004), and R.K. Narayan (1906–2000). William Walsh, the famous English critic, called them the Big Three of Indo-English literature. They burst onto…
By: John Grey TUNDRA It’s almost midnightand the June sun is still not done shining.The day stretches widerthan it’s ever been.Night won’t come nearthe scrub alders of the tundraor the short grassthat’s been mowed by passing seasons.Landscape bathes in this…
By: Elaine Lennon The radio crackled into life. It shocked the desert air out of its silence. There was another man on the moon. Gene Cernan was exploring the Taurus-Littrow Valley on the lunar surface and his words echoed crystal…
By: Bruce Levine The City The city unfolds its wonders Cavernous streets outlining paths Glass-fronted stores and shops Eateries mingle with clothiers Each beckoning in their way Fragrances drifting through doorways Rich flavors exciting the senses Beckoning passers-by to enter…
By: Gift Ono MAAMI I danced to the tunesof deathAnd in the chaos I madeone request Turn your eyes from mymotherGrant me the chance torepay her For she has endured allmy mistakesGrant me this chance to painta smile on her…
By: Taiwo Boluwatife HAVE YOU SEEN THE SUN’S SHADOW? Have you ever seen the sunRiding into its nest?Settling not to sleep,But prepare for the next day. Adjacent the settling sunIs a blinding flaming round furnaceFuming from the red devil sideAt…
By: Christopher Minjun Kim In the stillness of winter, when quiet descends gently,Within the walls, dusted with frost, a story takes shape.Each snowflake is different,yet they tell a different tale—a ballet in the cold. Under the snowy expanse of white,Time…
By: Simon Heathcote ‘The differences are the result of the sense of doership. The fruits will be destroyed if the root is destroyed. So, relinquish the sense of doership.’ Ramana Maharshi Why does pride head the list of the Seven Deadly…
By Christian Ward Ornament At birth, mother placed me in a terrarium on the shelf.I learnt to get shadeunder the succulents,gather water from condensation,feed on whatever nutrients circulated like poems in the air.I sung out of boredom,watched the cork night rarely change.Rarely…