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Monthly Archives: June, 2020

Gulabo Sitabo: Mirza, Baankey and Fatima Mahal’s Tonga Ride Through Lucknow Life

Shoojit Sircar does what he does best - he reflects your life on screen and you go on with the flow. He has no protagonist or antagonist, just every character with their grey patches like we do. Because nothing inspires art more than life, ain't it?

Uneven stanzas

A lullaby is love in tunes expressed, A sonnet, symmetry's own song; A ballad's form with sympathy's impressed, A threnody with silence throngs. ...

Moribundity

Each passing moment is of uncertainty The only certainty is now so close by The sound of laboured breathing And fluttering of its...

An offering to God

“Tch! You are going already?”  Sarla’s mother made a huge show of getting up the sofa and headed towards her cupboard, disappointment writ large on her face....

Despite Workplace Discrimination and Denial of Basic Rights: Delhi Nurses Opens Community Kitchen to Feed the Hungry

AIIMS nurses are in an ongoing battle for securing basic rights even in the face of a pandemic. A notice put out by AIIMS Nurses criticised...

Obliterated Skylines: a testimony for forgotten cities

I have inferred, we as people are immensely capable of loving cities; way more than we are accustomed to love people. For when we...
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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...