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Story: Dowry

By: Ramprasath Maha alias Mahalakshmi was very determined to not entertain dowry in her marriage. “Maha, we may have to be flexible when good profiles approach us ma” her father Natarajan tried to convince her. “Dowry is a sin papa. This…

Poem: ‘I was just hungry’

By: Neeraja Mani (for Madhu who was killed for “a loaf of bread”) Muddy skin of yours said that you are untouchable. Tarry-Torn dress of yours showed that You are lunatic Sparse hairs showed you are no where to richness…

Poem: Paddy outside the window

By: Prathap Kamath Everyday my window opens into a little patch of paddy laid to waste. Some later owner had grown coconut trees there. All of them turned out to be barren with mournful, drooping, long, yellowish green leaves. They all…

Poem: Four

By: Prathap Kamath As the fourth one I always smelt victory, mouth watering standing close to the third, but never had it. The victory stand had room only for three. I lived in the middle land between the wanted and…

Nurses a Boon to the ailing patients

By: Col Binu Sharma, Senior Vice President- Nursing Services Columbia Asia hospitals have created an environment that supports nursing practice and focuses on professional autonomy from decision making at the bedside, nursing involvement in determining the nursing work environment, professional…

Poem: Keeping Warm

By: Emily Strauss woolen wraps, down quilts piles of dry leaves a tent tethered in a desert wash bowed against a lashing storm a sail tearing from a small mast. a lone figure inside, fighting to breathe against the wind ripping…

Poem: Christmas, 1956

By: Emily Strauss Black tire marks on the pavement— high school toughs with their cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon challenged each other to drag races in their Chevy hot-rods, peeling out, tires screeching down the cold empty streets late at night…

Story: Copy-Paste Work

By: Ramprasath Madan stood next to the great Indian actor Irfan Khan and this is not a filmfare award function stage but Madan’s personal computer. Madan adjusted brightness and contrast to balance the colors to make his morphed picture look real….

Poem: Swimming against the current

By: Milton P. Ehrlich  Hurt pricks like a thorn, waiting when waiting pains. Routines of humiliation and kindness shape the changes in your heart. The wail of Minarets reminds us to weep. Infidels in a foreign land reside in an Indian…

Poem: Mates

By: Milton P. Ehrlich My old lady is now an old lady. She used to cut a rug as a jitterbug at the USO back in the 1940’s. These days she sashays across a kitchen floor in a sedate but sensuous…