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Monthly Archives: January, 2018

Ohki – J.T Jayasingh, Tamilnadu

He, the short sturdy, seasoned man Whose skin tanned like a burned bread With scars of all sea monsters’ shape Came there with his kin a...

On land. Yet at Sea- Haritha Hariprasad

Walking along the edge of the sea,I pick a handful of sparkling sand,bit-lings tossed between land and water,each no different from the other.“Aimless drifters”,...

A Retreat – Sanjay Das, Bengaluru

I made up my mind, not to pay a heed To my Heart’s spasmodic voice, a cry within to Look back to the valleys of memories,...

Circus Comes To Town – Gerard Sarnat, USA

Double-edged stainless steel rusty sword swallowing slippery tightrope between not progressing or way over doing it post second hip replacement today electing for breakfast, sushi boats plus dinner...
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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.

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...

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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Reviewing ‘Obsession and Wild Pigeon’ by Ismat Chughtai

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