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Monthly Archives: October, 2011

A Mysterious ‘Crash landings’ by Rajesh Chithira – Sandhya S.N

Won Indian Ruminations Literary Award - Malayalam Poetry 2011 'Poems are born unknowingly in a mysterious moment' is the quote on his writings by the...

If Only – Luu Trong Tuan, Vietnam

The corridor of the charity center for infectious diseases waited for my steps every Saturday afternoon. The door of Dr. Hoai’s office, however, did...

Unraveling ‘Those Almond eyes’, Maitreyee Chowdhury, Karnataka

She liked weeding the garden, dissecting art and playing music, especially the raag Behag, which floated around her at night along with the waft...

On writing – Kavya Rawat, Nepal

It is tedious, this writing –this filling of paper with blank, empty words-night after night, week after- and at times, even longer. It’s the...

The Little Boys – Sandhya S.N, Kerala

I am in that plain Sooty with red stain Cloying smell of corpse and blood The Suffocating smell The smell of burning flesh Where am I transported to? From the...

Merry Leaves – Sumi Mathai, Kerala

I should rather put down in Pretty, profound, impressive words About what the wind does to me When I stand against it Than letting myself become The dry, withered,...

21 Lines Fusion Sonnets of 21st Century by Sonnet Mondal – A Review by Patricia Prime, New Zealand

The sonnet is a poem of fourteen lines (give or take a couple), usually rhymed, usually written in iambic pentameter; a song usurped by...

In Captivity – B. Indira, Andhra Pradesh

B. Indira, a Professor in the Department of Humanities and Social Sciences of Andhra Univ College of Engineering, Andhra University, Visakhapatnam is a published...
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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...