By: Adreyo Sen It rained. My living room smelt of the damp. The flowers were trapped in their silences. Outside the living room that was the street was destroyed. The gathered came away. […]
Poem: The Living Room
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Poem: A Lost Way
By: Kousik Adhikari You came running Splashing your eyes, Covering your face With the blue handkerchief Of some unheard design, Reminding me of the earth Out of black hole, ‘Oh! Can’t you hear […]
Poem: This Forbidden Sea
By: Kousik Adhikari I used to say often ‘There’s no dream for us’, You bend your ivory face With a half serious smile, The room is a world With finer walls and […]
Essay: Immortality? Perhaps
By: Patricia Daly-Lipe At times I wonder – what Just wonder what is meant By the wonders that I’ve wondered In times long past and spent. (Daly Highleyman, author’s father) Belief in God […]
Five Indo-Anglian Must Reads
By: Konika Mukherjee There are a lot of novels written in India every year in English. In some of them we can actually see a class of their own. However, a number of […]
Story: South America in Egypt
By Mariam Shaalan Everything goes for a reason. It goes to leave you wondering in the sunlight of sixth of October, a city. But he did it on purpose. He made our […]
Story: Myrna’s Story
By: Raymond Greiner Myrna Davis was born in 1950 and raised in an American mid western town. A beautiful child genetically influenced by her mother combining with her quick and agile mind. […]
The Real War Heroes
By William T. Hathaway From the book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War “That must be them.” Petra took one hand off the steering wheel and pointed to a group of soldiers about […]
The Road Less Traveled
By: Raymond Greiner Travel and roads are synonymous lending credence to the popular philosophical phrase “Life is a journey not a destination.” Contemplating travel and roads metaphorically stirs a range of thoughts. […]
Conflict in Achebe’s Arrow of God
By: Sai Diwan Take care then, mother’s son, lest you become a dancer disinherited in mid dance Chinua Achebe (Beware, Soul Brother) These lucid lines provide the justification for the cacophony […]
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