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Monthly Archives: March, 2019

Portrayal of Middle-Class women in the selected short stories of Sadat Hasan Manto

Sadat Hasan Manto (1912-1955) an iconic Urdu writer. He is the forerunner of bringing realism and ordinary character in his short stories. He is...

Father to Son – P A Noushad, Kerala

My dear son, your birth, your existence: The joy I cannot tell in words! Dear son I dream about your future - A...

No means No – Shalu Bhati, New Delhi

No. Is this not what you tell me? Every time? Is this the only world you know? Or do you love it, More than anything else In this whole wide...

The Path of Nirvana – Karthika S B, Kerala

Who is the carnifex of my thoughts? I am in the midst of some insights The shadow in the front is not mine The length and...

Home Alone – Dr. Sanober Kahkeshan, Maharashtra

She was seven and I was ten, And siblings rival was too much then. I got irritated to see my red and Blue crayons in her...

Spastic – Nirmohi, Maharashtra

I have a heavy tongue Thus I slur in my speech I am on medications My walk isn’t that great I cannot handle things My neurons are 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...