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Monthly Archives: June, 2020

Gulabo Sitabo: Mirza, Baankey and Fatima Mahal’s Tonga Ride Through Lucknow Life

Shoojit Sircar does what he does best - he reflects your life on screen and you go on with the flow. He has no protagonist or antagonist, just every character with their grey patches like we do. Because nothing inspires art more than life, ain't it?

Uneven stanzas

A lullaby is love in tunes expressed, A sonnet, symmetry's own song; A ballad's form with sympathy's impressed, A threnody with silence throngs. ...

Moribundity

Each passing moment is of uncertainty The only certainty is now so close by The sound of laboured breathing And fluttering of its...

An offering to God

“Tch! You are going already?”  Sarla’s mother made a huge show of getting up the sofa and headed towards her cupboard, disappointment writ large on her face....

Despite Workplace Discrimination and Denial of Basic Rights: Delhi Nurses Opens Community Kitchen to Feed the Hungry

AIIMS nurses are in an ongoing battle for securing basic rights even in the face of a pandemic. A notice put out by AIIMS Nurses criticised...

Obliterated Skylines: a testimony for forgotten cities

I have inferred, we as people are immensely capable of loving cities; way more than we are accustomed to love people. For when we...
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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...