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Monthly Archives: March, 2011

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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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Pande-mourning

You cry.You postA photographOn your Whatsapp StatusYou send offA scurry of WhatsappMessagesTo potential mourners.You gloatOn your movability.You writeA cathartic...

A night to remember

Stay up all night with me for once, I say Don’t complain we have work the very next day Step out...

Daydream

“Wow, you look...” As soon as those words slipped from his mouth, he regretted conceding to a third drink...

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Reviewing ‘Obsession and Wild Pigeon’ by Ismat Chughtai

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