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Monthly Archives: September, 2011

Indian Ruminations Literary Awards 2011 Declared

As part of the first Indian Ruminations Literary Festival 2011 to be held on 24th and 25th of September, 2011 in Thiruvananthapuram, Kerala. Indian...

Inspired by Love – Anna Maria reviewing Latha Prem Sakhya’s ‘Nature at my Doorsteps’

Latha Prem Sakhya, Nature at my doorstep. Roots and Wings Publishers, 2011, pp.xxi + 103,Price Rs.150/-, ISBN 978-81-909900-3-5. ‘Nature at my doorstep’ is the second...

Faithfully Yours – Rama Shivakumar, Karnataka

Mr. Pillai held a large black umbrella over his head with his left hand. In his right hand, he held one end of his...

Destiny – Dare to be different – Shruti Suresh

Born with birth, Dies with death, A page of life, lies hidden at birth, Slowly it begins to show at times, When it is seen by the...

The Search – Lasya Shashimohan, Karnataka

I wonder if you’d like me now. The thought has crossed my mind more than once. Not a trace of the little girl (Lovely,...

Door Step – Jacob Isaac, Kerala

Jacob Isaac poet, writer, editor and CEO was born in Kerala, India now lives in Pretoria, South Africa. He has published Several...

That Song – Perugu Ramakrishna, Andhra Pradesh

A Tax officer by profession but Poetry is priority passion. Born in Nellore . Got 9 books to credit which includes two Short story...
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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...