By: Dane Cobain I am so high I see mountains, the smell of crystallised shit is a foetid reminder of the civilisation I used to remember, the tree-lined fields of the one true […]
Poem: Azuma
Poem: People
By: Dane Cobain It’s just line after line in some great drawing multi-dimensional phosphorescence or Alex Connor sculpting crazy visions he saw in drunken haze, Alex Connor drinking barrel hatching crazy plans and […]
Story: Blackbirds
By: Rati Girish I have often heard my father say, “This is a dog eat dog world.” He would be flipping through the pages of the newspaper, when suddenly his eyes would focus […]
Story: The Oculus Eye
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 […]
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 […]
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