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Today, I’ve an interesting book which might sound more of a business one. However, I insist you read it. While this brings in mind the business, money into mind, it gives you an interesting class in India which has always…

Poetry

By: Athena Mondal Image of a half-eaten moon, slowly savoured The downward strokes of an acoustic guitar, In wafts the smell of precious memories, Some from the well-guarded past, Some in the mind yet to be made, For only in darkness…

Poetry

By: Athena Mondal Borrowed words Full of sound and fury But not my own. Dancing in the streets to music only in their ears Considered insane by those who Lack imagination. An idea is born and the ones with the words…

Fiction

By: Adreyo Sen When Sinbad was small, I never thought she would grow to old age. She was a sweet little thing, gravely affectionate and so eager to please me in her quiet ways. Tractable in most things, she could be…

Fiction

By: Adreyo Sen I never wondered why the only thing in my room was a grimy, stained bathtub, overflowing with black, sulphurous water. You see, I always assumed that it was there so that my brother could shove my face into…

Poetry

By: Bejoy Balagopal In the rapidly vanishing sands of time, Where is it that I draw my line? Once the waves wash their sins on shore, How would I know which half is mine? In the lonely expanse of the blue,…

Poetry

By: Debleena Majumdar She peeped from the Leaking tap, dazzled By the tapestry life spun. Seeking her life under the Sun. She dripped. One lost drop. Jostling with the million Other drops in the tanker, She heard with dread, The…

Fiction

By: Reese Scott At fourteen they went behind the barn and got married. She brought one of her dogs and he brought one of his friends. After the wedding they dropped acid, climbed flag poles, put fireworks inside peoples’ homes…

Books Reviews

By: Vanessa Cutts Jack sprat could eat no fat and his wife could eat no lean so between them both you see they licked the plate clean Jack Sprat came from a very large family. He had too many relatives…

Poetry

By: Basit Olatunji Although my words may carry the buccal venom of an angry witch and the fire of a possessed wizard they sometimes too, ooze a cooling breeze and sheath the sword of a bullying Capulet in the face of…