By: Gaither Stewart With a pretty face but a tendency toward heavy thighs, fat arms and a roll around her tummy, sixteen year-old Eliana had gradually stopped eating. Last June, with the swimming and beach season at the door and…

The programme for Jaipur Literature Festival 2014 is now live on the festival’s website! Visitors can look forward to sessions such as Story of a Death Foretold with Oscar Guardiola-Riviera, Serendip with Sri Lankan diaspora writers, Mahasamar with Narendra Kohli…

By: Raymond Greiner Frequently we make an observation describing something as natural. A child is given opportunity to learn a musical instrument. Then this student displays unusual adaptability to the instrument becoming proficient in an abnormally short span of time….

By: Amal Lucerne blare blare blare please shift gear, beams misplaced stage lights jamming illicit slicked back jaundice hey, i’ll call you, mantra

By: Amal Lucerne Georgia has no visions of lighthouse battles in May or of damp mongols crooning underneath a swarm of moonlight wraiths laughing beyond the chair-snaps consumptive and withering Georgia has no illusions of a hurried walk untaken or adamance…

By: ’Deji W. Adesoye That claim, they opportuned my lay To the smart siege By which the devil from Hades was slain That walk like gold-merchant through Arcades of gold-freaks decked at every point Of waiting precious-ware-addicts That Like the…

This month’s Jaipur Literature Festival is set to shine a spotlight on the past as the annual event welcomes leading historians from across the globe. This was mentioned in a press statement. Covering wide ranging events from Stalingrad to the…

By: Vaisakh E. Hari I pulled myself up the clouds Burned down the world in their sleep Turns out I was the one in the dream And I was left with nowhere to go Sometimes the darkness stifles, Sometimes the…

By: Vaisakh E. Hari Sitting on a cliff overlooking a meadow, I am suffocated by the chain forged by myself, deep in the insecurities of my mind. The price of my safety weighing heavily on my limbs, a painful reminder…

By: Vaisakh E. Hari I walked carefree and gay, Through the grass, mountains and plains, Chasing after the secret, The surreal beauty all around, Testament to the divine power. I watched the seeds sprout into the sky, Warmed and fed…