By: Caroline Healy he sat at the bar and drank. Intermittently, he glanced at the headlines of the newspaper on the table in front of him, scanning the tragic and the […]
Story: The Oculus Eye
Review: ‘My Journey’, another classic by Kalam from own life
“My Journey” by APJ Abdul Kalam, fomer President of India, is a journey into the vintage time of India’s yore years which garners true events from Kalam’s life. The book records the […]
Indian Lit: The Retelling of 1980s
By: Sai Diwan PART TWO An age cannot escape history. And an age with history cannot escape literature. That is the story of the 1980s in India. It was the decade that […]
Poem: The Flowers of Your Garden
By: Kousik Adhikari I walked into the garden Light decorated the offspring of light, So many flowers inexperienced Before the first rain, first fraud, Innocent breeze playing magic, Enchanting every live, every leave, […]
Poem: The Full Story
By: Kousik Adhikari Dear. Charming-Artemis! Urbashi! I have sprinkled all These name-traps To catch your bird like beauty Galloping from twigs to branches, Blazing sword glances Over Adam’s progeny In what furious […]
Story: Fellow Travellers
By: Shloka Shankar Another school year came to an end, and another heady, dizzying summer lay ahead of us. Earlier that week, my school had closed after what seemed an interminably long academic […]
Poem: Rains
By: Shloka Shankar Incessant rain pattered Across my shoulders; I soaked in the atmosphere And smelt the earth-ravished scent That kindles a passionate desire So well-known, and yet so indefinable. Bleary-eyed, I waded […]
Poem: Many a Moon
By: Shloka Shankar The clock looks at me indignantly And I wonder what I did to upset Time; I’ve whiled away countless minutes Twiddling my thumbs, Or contemplating a lost thought, Or […]
Poem: Distance
By: Shloka Shankar There was a time when Things were surreal; I was happy. . . As evasive as that vixen is, I’ve been abandoned Time and again. From us and we, I […]
Story: Let’s Get Lost
By: Debashis Deb She asked ‘Did you ever get lost?’ He was almost breathless after walking uphill along the winding cobbled path which cut through the exuberant tall green grass and the purple […]
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