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By: Sam Rapth At the centre of the glowing Lenovo screen, in a 600 * 500 pixel tiny window, Jack Orbit was shown, the heavens. The heavens were two. Both belonged to a girl who was proud showcasing her assets through…

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Nikhil Chandwani launched his poetry book Unsung Words at the World Book Fair 2014. Nikhil Chandwani’s Unsung Words is published by Omji Publishing House. It was released by Sumeet Kumar, founder of Mystic Wanderer Innovative Media. While launching the book,…

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A Hinglish play, The Good, The Bad and The Bolly (Wood) by “Free Parking Entertainment”, an initiative of MSOSA (Modern School Old Students Association) will be staged. This is MSOSA’s 50th Annual Production being held at Kamani Auditorium, Copernicus Marg,…

Fiction

By: Reese Scott It took time to get out of bed now. His legs hurt. His feet were swollen. His face was cracking. Age isn’t kind. Mr. Foldoff had thought he would never get old. Now he hides from his…

Fiction

By: Maya Unnikrishn​an The phone rang around 10.00 pm. Mother answered. Hello, Tharayil veed aaono? (Is it Tharayil house?) Adhe. (Yes) Naale varunu sthalam pootan . (I am coming tomorrow to dig the land) Adhu shari she replied yepol varum ?…

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The President Pranab Mukherjee inaugurated the New Delhi World Book Fair 2014. Speaking on the occasion, he said that an international book fair of this magnitude is one of the best manifestations of India’s liberal, democratic, multi-lingual, multi-cultural and secular…

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On the first day of  22nd edition of New Delhi World Book Fair 2014, Vishv Books unveiled 10 new books from the series “ Read and Grow’ for promoting reading habits in young children at their exhibition Stall No. 67…

Fiction

By: Konika Mukherjee “In every country of the world, there are climbers, “the ones who forget who they are” and in contrast to them “the ones who remember where they came from” Franz Fanon (On Colour and Prejudice, Black Skin,…

Poetry

By: Ken Eberhart Somewhere, there’s a number sitting in a bank. Whether or not the money is actually there, I don’t know. It is just a couple of hundred bucks of Monopoly money that may or may not have been placed…

Poetry

By: Ken Eberhart There is a concrete arch bridge on the 101. Beneath that arch, salmon boats venture out to sea, and ride twenty foot swells for five hours. Tourists pay ninety-five dollars apiece to sail the same ocean that Nicholson…