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Yearly Archives: 2019

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Indian Ruminations Internship Programme Duration: Two monthsVacancy: 2Indian Ruminations (ISSN: 2249-2062) is a portal that showcases literary and journalistic content on a wide array of topics...

Change your unfair ways. Get ready to face the climate Change

“Climate change is happening - the world is already 1.1°C warmer than it was at the onset of the industrial revolution, and it is...

A day in Anantharaman’s life – K.S. Subramanian

The water level appeared to brim, roll and swirl with a deep bass gurgle and slowly coiled around the jugular.  It was a dark mass and the...

There is something about the bus rides – Adarsh B. Pradeep, Kerala

I don’t know who designs the alarm bells on my phone, but he definitely knows how to make me irritated. Each 10-minute snooze on my...

The concept of Ardhanareeshwara – Jisha Rajesh, Kerala

“Aparna, it was the editor,” Ashutosh said, brimming with joy, “he has agreed to publish my novel!” “Oh! I am so happy for you.” Aparna said as tears...

Indian English, Srinivas S, Chennai

True! Some of us do pronounce ‘cough’ as ‘cuff’ (And it strangles our throats a wee bit), While others rhyme ‘god’ with ‘ode’...

The Street – Sunil Sharma

Have you heard the streets speak? Well, in my case, they have. Whenever I return to Ghaziabad, I find the streets communicating. Settling down after a...

Delhi – Learning the Fundamentals of Working at Headquarters – M.S Menon, New Delhi [Sankupurana – Memoirs of an Engineer]

I could spend a week in Kerala before proceeding to Delhi to take up the new assignment. Meeting all my relatives took a toll...
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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...