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Pulwama: the symbol – more of deteriorating Democracy than growing Terrorism

There were two callous and cowardly attacks on all those democratic values, which the modern world accepted as the way forward, in this week: one was...

My Philosophy – J.T Jayasingh

Pleasant sunlight spread through the dew drenched green plants and give sweet warmth to every living beings. Eternal love birds sing their everlasting notes...

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...

Poem and the Poetess- Sandhya S.N

Poems are the bliss of a poignant heart which touches the reader with its vibrant colours and takes him to a world where the...

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The Forgotten Daughter of Port Adamaro

The story entails the political-historical period of the 1970s when the Dalit Panther movement was soon, to begin with, the influence of the Black Panther movement of the west. The following short story speaks of the relationship of two sisters under the premise of the revolution.
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Resurrection

i have arrived at my altar. hark! i rise, i flourish, i pirouette on my one toe and float like a...

Stalking Prisons

The streets are empty with no one in sight, I check the big clock of the tower behind the basilic of Saint Francis of Assisi. It’s 2 o’clock on a mid-summer Tuesday afternoon. Everything’s shut. Everyone’s resting. My heart’s hitting the walls of its all so tight ribcage, as I need to cross the brightly lit square and go to the other side.

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The Forgotten Daughter of Port Adamaro

The story entails the political-historical period of the 1970s when the Dalit Panther movement was soon, to begin with, the influence of the Black Panther movement of the west. The following short story speaks of the relationship of two sisters under the premise of the revolution.

Resurrection

i have arrived at my altar. hark! i rise, i...