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Monthly Archives: June, 2021

Our Men are Learning

“Cut them some slack,our men are still learning.”“Don't be so harsh,our men are still learning.”Did you know thatthe learning cycle of an average malecoincides...

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Indian Ruminations (IR) is a digital content publishing platform that showcases literary and non-fiction contents. IR was launched on May 16th 2010 by renowned...

The Scavenger’s Song

An endless highway. A lone man, Ikbir Kaur, hesitantly walks along the dusty pavement aided by a mystical tinge of twilight. The jingling coins in...

As a soothing sign

As a soothing signrivers flow unpollutedinto our hearts,we are locked,where are our friends,neighbours, relatives…they went to the world of distancing,the mask wearing figuresroam around,quarantines,...

Three Poems for Her

The Weaver Let me weavethe red and white rishathe black rigwnaiand connect to my womanhood, Let me weavethe pachra and achalcelebrate geometric motifsand connect to my...

This Day

This day isAll there ever was, all there is, all there will ever beFor, all tomorrows will be, all todays are, all yesterdays were,For...
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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...