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Monthly Archives: October, 2019

Classroom- Rajshwii Bhattacharya, New Delhi

The tubelight above flickered just like my eyelids hampering one’s vision in a glimpse of blindness. The white walls that surrounded a class of thirty-nine were...

Loss – Ghulam Mohammad Khan, Kashmir

Long back in early nineties there used to be a deserted cone shaped piece of land on the backside of our village mosque. Apart from the...

A Sunless Day – Avijit Roy, Kolkata

" Light,  give me some light in my dark days, I wanna wake up in your world of love.”---- a popular song by Bob King...

The First – Amrita Gudral, Mumbai

It was a warm sunny day. The sun had almost risen up until the helm of the building and the light streamed through the grilled French...

The parting Song – Neenu Mary Francis, Kerala

Love, when I die Celebrate my funeral. It's the monument of my life. The ways I trod, And the place I reached....

From the bottom of my heart – Swetha Vangaveti, Hyderabad

Dear world, At the outset, I would like to introduce myself. I am a homeless parasite, well known for making my host's life hopeless....

I am strangulated – Salil Saroj, Bihar

I am strangulated By the awe and travesty That makes My Democracy A mediocre That runs out of solution For every supine...

Nothing much for Minors – Sahaj Sabharwal, Jammu

Minors are those less than eighteen, As they don't have knowledge in keen. They don't have a driving licence, As...
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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...