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Yearly Archives: 2011

Reviewing Ajoy Kumar’s ‘Anganeyorumambazhakalam’ by Sabu J. Nair

Ajoy Kumar's 'Anganeyorumambazhakalam' Shared Indian Ruminations Literary Award 2011 for best Malayalam Non Fiction with Sulfikar's book - 'Fern Hill – Nithya Chaithanya yathi...

Gurudev Rabindranath Tagore – The Icon of Indian Culture – Soura Sekhar Ray, West Bengal

“Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high”- Quotes the Viswa Kavi Gurudev Rabindranath Tagore to the 21st Century World. Calcutta,...

A Choreography – Deepthi Nair

Mayhem it is, When the wind surges on to kiss the treetops, Fuelled by the rhapsodies of turbulent rain drops. All goes quiet once the leaves are...

Granny’s Tall Tale – Gouri Sood

Vedika stared at her computer screen blankly and wrung her hands in frustration. Her fingers seemed to be itching to hit the keyboard, but...

Woman of Substance – Premji, Kerala

Even though it is district headquarters, Mandya is not a big city like Mysore*. I had to spend four years there, to complete engineering...

Women Are Born Beautiful – Why Such a Fuss? – Megha Mukherjee, Maharashtra

We women love to look our best on all occasions. Be it a birthday party, a baby shower, convocation, or a wedding. Pedicures, facials,...

Long Distance Love, Hema Ravi, Chennai

Symptoms of fever invisible language deficient to express void familiar surroundings loiter fond thoughts back and forth. Whirlwind romance without ado into oblivion In the vast expanse barren existence, anomalous amidst fully...

Victory – Chandra Mohan Bhandari, Gujarat

His eyes focused on the kite, Flying above the tree, His lips moved in unison with others, And words came rhythmically. Repeating the words uttered by class prefect They...
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The Forgotten Daughter of Port Adamaro

The story entails the political-historical period of the 1970s when the Dalit Panther movement was soon, to begin with, the influence of the Black Panther movement of the west. The following short story speaks of the relationship of two sisters under the premise of the revolution.

Resurrection

i have arrived at my altar. hark! i rise, i flourish, i pirouette on my one toe and float like a...

Stalking Prisons

The streets are empty with no one in sight, I check the big clock of the tower behind the basilic of Saint Francis of Assisi. It’s 2 o’clock on a mid-summer Tuesday afternoon. Everything’s shut. Everyone’s resting. My heart’s hitting the walls of its all so tight ribcage, as I need to cross the brightly lit square and go to the other side.

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Reviewing ‘Obsession and Wild Pigeon’ by Ismat Chughtai

My interest in Ismat Chughtai developed when I first...