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Indian poet and novelist Vikram Seth is all set to thrill his fans with his latest collection of poems. His publisher recently revealed that the collection will be released in October this year. The new collection ‘Summer Requiem’ is being published by…

Fiction

By: Ruth Z. Deming The phone, which lay beside her in bed, began to ring. “Gerry, I can’t talk now,” she said, “I’m in the middle of a movie. Call you later?” She was watching a rental of “A Night…

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Asian Cities Climate Change Resilience Network (ACCCRN), an initiative of The Rockefeller Foundation recently launched “Road to Resilience”, a guide to creating resilient cities in New Delhi. “Road to Resilience” is in consonance with the primary objectives of creating cities…

Fiction

By: Kakoli Mukherjee  Rains in Hyderabad are like board exams. Before you can realise what’s happening, it’s all over you. You are left with no choice but deal with it stoically, cursing yourself for not being better prepared. I remember getting…

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Typing on computers is a no-brainer since it does not need any handwriting skills. But of late, tablets and PCs have applications where you have to write with your hand. But your handwriting is not the same as you with…

Poetry

By: Natana Vasuki Often I embed as a pollen grain Inside a pretty fragrant blossom You come as a bee and pick me up to show the varieties of life…. Often I lay as a smooth pebble Inside a placid river…

Poetry

By: Priya Anand Past neon lit stations and empty platforms A union of metal, concrete and gravel It slithers through hinterlands waste and fertile At first barren and desolate, tracks lined by thorny sentinels Then lush verdant fields in green…

Fiction

By: Gaither Stewart     “Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.” Oscar Wilde. The crowd had started yelling and hollering and clapping at the first notes from his…

Fiction

By: Michael C. Keith                                   Reasons are not like garments, the worse for wearing.  –– Robert Devereux Knowing he was not long for this world, Philip Desmond decided to clean out his closet. He had not done so in…

Fiction

By: Adreyo Sen When I was a child, my relationship with my mother was often strained. I was five when she signed me up for lessons at the Maharashtra Lawn Tennis association. But I was scared of my coach, who…