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Poetry

By: Debleena Majumdar He stood alone, At the street corner Selling his wares, Masks of black and grey. They came to buy, Their own masks of pain. Masks that hid what, They could not say. Locked behind Glasspanes of power,…

News

Prasar Bharti has issued a statement to announce that Kitaabnama: Books and Beyond, India’s only multilingual book show, has completed fifty episodes as on the 30th and 31st of August, 2014. The 50th episode features celebrated lyricist, poet and writer Gulzar Saheb…

Poetry

By: Upasana Sharma My river is mist and smoke. 300 feet deep and 3 kilometers wide, My river,  Is a great big miracle. Some number of Lonely dolphins and happy humans have left their souls Stirring under the translucent roots…

Fiction

By: Upasana Sharma I’m never quite sure when I fell in love. That summer was a lot of things, but bad it wasn’t; summer of 2011. For the past couple of years, I had known nothing but monotonous weeks that…

Poetry

By: Sehaj K Maini Something in my heart burned when your arm grazed hers. An accident perhaps, yes. But I can stop not This poison ivy inside of me Killing my judgment day by day, while you roam the streets, ignorant,…

Poetry

By: Sehaj K Maini Perhaps I am, an enigma Of a certain kind. Maybe it’s my eyes that have seen a little too much. Maybe it’s my floppy hair, that stray in front of them like black velvet curtains sewed…

Poetry

By: Deeya Bhattacharya You alight, in the very dawn, of love; Far away, from the milky sky, above, Enmeshed, your presence, in my offerings- Cannot bid adieu, but continue, suave, Gentle you go, into my bosom far- Keep pace, with…

Poetry

By: Deeya Bhattacharya I don’t remember certain things now I don’t need, a tug, at the waistband I wear, while dressing vegetables a breath of cinnamon, at my forehead driving my beads of perspiration while at work The staunch garlic…

Fiction

By: Deepti Nalavade Mahule “I remember that night so well,” my grandmother began the story, her wrinkled face and milky eyes focused on some point far away in her ancient memories. Her audience sitting cross-legged around her – grandchildren, grandnieces,…

Poetry

By: Kirti Verma Whether you try to hide;But love there in your eyes;You might not be true,But always true your calm eyes;Just like wholesome soul,So live beautiful eyes;Two dazzling little charm,Telling that you don’t defy;Pretty balls following me,I can’t forget…