Monthly Archives: August, 2018

The Barefoot Colonial – Ram Govardhan, Chennai

Naipaul painted his books with words, rendering them unbelievably graphic, affording astonishing clarity. His simple and everyday words acquired unheard eloquence, unseen shades and...

On my way to home – Sravani singampalli, Andhra Pradesh

As I walk towards my house I behold an alcoholic Drinking his daughter’s future And somewhere at a corner A cat taking care of its Newborn kittens. I start contemplating...


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...