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Monthly Archives: January, 2020

The Choice – Tamizh Ponni, Bengaluru

“Hey, don’t go too far,'' yelled Amy, adjusting her boater. The popsicle in her other hand was melting with all possible haste not letting...

Moving a File – A Herculean Task – M.S Menon, New Delhi [Sankupurana – Memoirs of an Engineer]

Next morning, I left the house right on time to reach the Law office by the time the office opened, so that I would be able...

Woman by a well – Jit Bhattacharya, Kolkata

She squats by the well jet black hair knotted up tight sari bunched around her waist the small of her dark bare back...

The Saints Came Marching – Dev Vrat Sharma, Rajasthan

They came in a likeness of a pageant, marching. Huge figures, tall, short, middle statured: almost of all humanly possible dimensions; pot bellied, with...

Life – Neenu Mary, Kerala

It was before the rains They asked me to wear a new red sari Which our guest, ‘Akka’ gifted. It was dark. Clouds...
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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...