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Monthly Archives: July, 2016

One More Time! – Rimnichakravarty, West Bengal

Truth at times could be stranger than fiction. As many a times what seems to be eternal may be found to be temporal At...

Butterflies and Flowers- Changming Yuan, China

In the absence of fragrance Do the flowers With their tender wings Attract the butterflies   Or the butterflies With their flapping petals Do the flowers   In the fragrance of absence?

Insecurities – Akshata Pawan Jaiswal, Maharashtra

I looked over tarishi's photo in the newspaper. Headlines read about the massacre happened in a cafe in Bangladesh. I again peered at her...

Tale of a riverside sea – Abhishek Ghoshal, Karnataka

At times I feel very alone. In the quiet afternoon, throwing stone – Standing by the gushing river, Staring blankly at the forest, green forever – On the...

New Earth – Mr. Debasis Tripathy, Bangalore

Often in this fast, crowded street, On modern life's frenzied platform, I'm forced to accept a fight-less defeat. I disobey their mandates, decline to perform.   To this world's...
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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...