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Monthly Archives: March, 2011

Poetry

My Pencil, Eraser & Pen – Dr. Sonnet Mondal

There is always A half broken pencil In my right pocket To pen poems And an eraser on the left To rub them off. The manuscript is the Tongue of my...
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Articles

A blessing in disguise – Dr. Harpreet Singh, Punjab

“Woman is the companion of man, gifted with equal mental capacities. She has the right to participate in very minutest detail in the activities...
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Old Editorials

A free race cannot be born of slave mothers

On March 8th 2011, we celebrated 100th year of International Women's Day. Even after hundred years of celebration, women continue to be the target...
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Poetry

Asterisk – Sandhya S.N

I love you and I will... through out my life... He affirmed his words passionately But an unseen stubborn asterisk clung to his flavoured smile with some unconditioned clause which reads......, 'unless...
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Fiction

Carnage – Ambica

Untimely events shape the outcome of many circumstances. These events can alter the setting of any entity.The constant splatter of raindrops seemed as an...
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Fiction

A small-town girl – Ashmitha Prakash

Anna was sitting alone in a corner seat at the restaurant. Her face was thoughtful as she sipped coffee from the cup and...
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Fiction

The Long Dark Tea – Time of the Soul – Raman Sathiapalan

The last of the intermittent rain showers is here. Like a dying man's final battle, there is an increase in its intensity, but one...
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Fiction

The attack of a Cobra – Rajani Priya.S

The whole village was in an eerie silence when the house of Sameera also followed the rhythm of sleep. Sameera's father, who was tired...
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Fiction

Fruit Punch

I should have asked her months ago. But I have been preoccupied with my family’s concerns. How will you protect your wife in that unknown place? What will you do if someone harms her? You have no experience in travel. You don’t even know Hindi. How will you get things done? Why can’t you go someplace nearby, like Munnar? But I had promised Agneta, and I couldn’t break it.
Poetry

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...
Fiction

The Scavenger’s Song

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

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Book-Reviews

Finding the Truth in Fiction: A tale of resistance against a never-ending state-imposed dystopia

A review of the book ‘The Half Mother’ by...
Book-Reviews

Reviewing ‘Obsession and Wild Pigeon’ by Ismat Chughtai

My interest in Ismat Chughtai developed when I first...