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Monthly Archives: January, 2019

The End of History: Women’s Wall is the New Beginning

It was definitely Kerala again created history, by ending the existing history, when they stood together to make the longest women wall in their...

Sugar Daddy – Ram Govardhan, Chennai

Ruttie Petit Jinnah’s shrouded body, all of twenty nine, was kept next to the freshly dug up grave. As the last offices began, resonance...

To Save a Marriage – Pranav Mishra, Andhra Pradesh

On a sultry evening at IIT-Dhanbad I received a tense call from my father. Dad informed me in a choking voice that my brother...

When neighbours pay an unexpected visit – Akshaya Pawaskar, Goa

They were lying there Coiled and languid Like curios misplaced, like ghosts of the flooded past in God’s own country, usurped by thedyscrasia of his own elements. We fled our homes...

India’s Daughter – Vijay Kumar Nair, Kerala

Not so long ago, I had to survive on a pittance In a shanty house, struggling for existence And you had no promises to make, no...

Oh! Railway Station- Shehnaz

Oh railway station – How strange are you? How dual is your role You are source point as well as end point, People start their...

Happy New Year 2019!

Dear Readers, We welcome the new year - 2019 with new promises and convictions. We are very happy and proud to take this opportunity to...
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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...