Since the release of the much-hyped Hindi movie—’Bhaag Milkha Bhaag’ is around the corner, it is time that people do also know from the legendary athelete his story. Maybe this is the reason Milkha’s autobiography ‘The Race of My Life’…

By: Charles X. Madruga   The midnight ceiling of my unconscious celestial dome caves in, becomes invaded by slivers of silver light. A blinding alarm clock, like curtains being swung open in the middle of a vacation. My eyes follow…

By: Mark Williams Father I thank you for watching over me Day and night you bring love into my life Morning until sunlight you gave me Hope, strength of sight to see A life to breathe A love to know Forever…

By: Walter William Safar When you want to come home again Just follow the wind. “How shall I know Which wind travels to the street of my childhood?” Ask your life’s compatriot, the blue shadow, Which rushes in front of…

By: Walter William Safar  Me and the eastern wind, surrounded by a wall of honorable antiquity, walk together influenced by our common destiny, and shadows hide across crosses, and drag along cemeteries like the quietest and saddest funeral procession. Next…

By: Vijay Johnson-Tanco My name is John Stature from a wealthy family of scientists. The statures have had a key role in providing a cure for the common cold, which mankind really had no need for. There is quite a lot…

By: Gale Acuff Miss Hooker says I’m going to go to Hell if I don’t stop sinning but I don’t give a damn is what I told her although I really said darn and that was bad enough, I thought I’d…

By: Raymond Greiner   A vast forest spans Western North Carolina, one of the largest tracts of forested land east of the Mississippi River including Pisgah and Cherokee National Forests extending into Tennessee. In the hamlet of Clear Creek, adjacent to…

‘Compass Box Killer: An Inspector Virkar Crime Thriller‘ is a new novel in crime thriller category set in the by-lanes of Mumbai. Written by Piyush Jha, the novel starts with a murder. One muggy afternoon, a senior police officer is…

By: Kousik Adhikari With that knitted scarf In your hand, you seemed a pakka sahari babu, You sometime call, ‘Dukhia, bring me a cup of tea’, I know, you like the raw with bits of ginger, Churned those delicate taste out,…