Fiction
By: Michal Reibenbach “I always visit my sister’s grave at this time of year, just before Yom Kippur. Would you come to the cemetery with me tomorrow for I really hate going alone?” Elia asks me over the phone. “Yes,…
Poetry
By: Alan Berger Even a KingThat is going to breakHas not a clue of his impending fate Any promise I hurl at youSoon in time Will turn on me like a screw When the rain comes in To shower my…
News
Famous Industrialist and Philanthropist Mr. Dinesh Shahra’s book, ‘Simplicity & Wisdom’ was launched at Parmarth Ashram in Kumbh Mela. The book is dedicated to Late eminent Vedanti Swami Pragananandji. Famous Industrialist and Philanthropist Mr. Dinesh Shahra’s book, ‘Simplicity & Wisdom’…
Fiction
By: Eric Burbridge The day started questionable; a stubbed toe, dropped medication in the toilet and alarm test failure. Discouraging, but I refused to abandon the plan. The plan; reconnect, instead of going out of town with the family, with…
Fiction
By: Ram Govardhan Tipu Sultan, the Badhsah of Kingdom of Mysore, robed in silky raiment gleaming with jewels, was stomping around in piked shoes in the glittering Darbar-e-Khas of the Daria Daulat Bagh Palace in Srirangapatna, at a measured pace,…
Fiction
By: R. E. Hengsterman They stood in waist-high feathery plume grass which gathered around the large pond. Two fishing poles lay against a folding chair whose canvas seat sheltered an aspiring pink tackle box and a container of red worms…
Wellness
Being mother is one of the blissful experiences for every woman. But it is not easy to be a mother. Especially during the pregnancy, women have to go through a lot of anxiety and stress. The stress can be caused…
Poetry
By: Gopal Lahiri Mother’s history Here the women take on mother’s history, The caress of a finger, a faint touch, the idea of a shelter, the silent ecstasy in the womb; A city square recalls the bliss of a love…
EssayNon-Fiction
By Andrew Chinich This rented Hollywood bungalow life reminds me of ‘Last Tango in Paris’. I too am somewhat of an American expatriate as I’ve always looked at Los Angeles to be a foreign country. It’s an alien culture-club drenched…
Poetry
By: David Yi Anger feels hot as his red skin starts to flare His cries of anger are loud like a warcry The taste of anger is dangerously spicy, enough to make a man die The burning smell as his…











