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Love or Pain – Robin Singh, Maharashtra

Love, Love and Love Is that not, what our great fathers and their fathers patronized! A miraculous feeling indeed Adorned by words so sweet, Gestures so kind No more...

Thirsty Fish – Ananya Sarkar, Kolkatta

It’s been a week. A week since the aquarium has been sitting in the living room, on top of the fancy mantelpiece. Abhijit had...

Journey – Spaces and Mind – Swati Pant, New Delhi

The prospect of journeying to a new place excites most of us. It is perhaps one of the best ways for the mind to...

An Elegy for nature – Navaneetha.G, Kerala

As the morn arose With hope and enthusiasm A quick dash And reached the station. We leaned in our seats, And the boredom vanished At the whistle of the train. It...

Logic of Life and Mind – Chandra Mohan bhandari, Gujarat

“Give me a long rod and a place to stand, and I will lift the whole Earth”. Archimedes while making the statement merely expressed...

Looking Inward: Translated Dalit Women’s Narratives – Dr. Sharmistha Chatterjee Westbengal

Writing autobiographies has always been the prerogative of the intellectuals, the powerful, the rich or in other words the dominant class. Some of them...

Am I the same what I was? – Praveen Kumar Sharma- Chhattisgarh

I had born free Now am I a striver I used to be driven But Now I am a driver   I was being taken care of But now I...

Listen – Jyothsnaphanija, Hyderabad

Life is between death and disease You call it Colosseum inside the epicurean infields. parakeetship in the little mornings we lived in vesicles. pesticidal thick. We talked of everything else except...

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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.
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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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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...