Monthly Archives: January, 2018

Ohki – J.T Jayasingh, Tamilnadu

He, the short sturdy, seasoned man Whose skin tanned like a burned bread With scars of all sea monsters’ shape Came there with his kin a...

On land. Yet at Sea- Haritha Hariprasad

Walking along the edge of the sea,I pick a handful of sparkling sand,bit-lings tossed between land and water,each no different from the other.“Aimless drifters”,...

A Retreat – Sanjay Das, Bengaluru

I made up my mind, not to pay a heed To my Heart’s spasmodic voice, a cry within to Look back to the valleys of memories,...

Circus Comes To Town – Gerard Sarnat, USA

Double-edged stainless steel rusty sword swallowing slippery tightrope between not progressing or way over doing it post second hip replacement today electing for breakfast, sushi boats plus dinner...


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.


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...