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Monthly Archives: November, 2012

P Govinda Pillai passes away

P. Govinda Pilla fondly called as PG, the marxist ideologue and former Chief Editor of Deshabhimani, P. Govinda Pillai passed away at KIMS Hospital...

Diversity in Life and Writing

“Centre of equal daughters, equal sons, All, all alike endear’d, grown, ungrown, young or old, Strong, ample, fair, enduring, capable, rich, Prennial with the Earth, with freedom,...

Mighty Touch that Stays on You- A Book Review on Jacob Issac’s Sense of Enigma by P A Noushad

The ordinary things portrayed with extraordinary enthusiasm and trying to delve into the mind of man through simple diction are the qualities I enjoyed...

Life moves on – Rajani Priya, Tamilnadu

Shiva was cycling very hard to reach his school. He was late again to his first period and it was his Tamil teacher who...

The vegetable vendor – Chandra Mohan Bhandari, Gujarat

All societies around the world are a mixed assortment of various kinds of people, and could be categorised on different bases: economic, religious, cast,...

The Second Mother – Dr. Gaurav Deka, Assam

In the luminescent array of maudlin childhood memories, as I dreamt of her, I saw Radhika and me throwing stones that would splatter against...

Post Offices to start mobile money transfer

Kerala in the new phase to transfer money instantaneously to the families back home for an emergency even without a bank account. The Department...

Renowned Poet Sharmila Ray from Calcutta Visited Thiruvananthapuram

The gifted Indian English poet Sharmila Ray from West Bengal visited Kerala and took part in  Vishva Malayala Mhotsavam, a three day literary and...
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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...