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Hyderabad, a dying City – Narain Rao, Balijipeta

Every city, although it may seem metaphorical, has an exclusive memory to itself, a memory through which it sustains its life. And that memory...

Why does the Sun Cry So Hard? – Klinsa Kurien, Hyderabad

Why does the sun cry so hard each day; It just rises for a few hours. Why does the moon smite all day; It just appears and...

That Maneater of Sundarban- Prasenjit Gorai, Hyderabad

The weak afternoon sun, after traversing the whole sky could just somehow manage to disperse few slanting rays. Though they enveloped this vast maze...

Gabriel Garcia Marquez (1927-2014) – Umesh Kumar, Hyderabad

It is beyond words to describe the passing away of any human being, more or so a writer like Gabriel Garcia Marquez, who casted...

Listen – Jyothsnaphanija, Hyderabad

Life is between death and disease You call it Colosseum inside the epicurean infields. parakeetship in the little mornings we lived in vesicles. pesticidal thick. We talked of everything else except...

Haw Par Villa – Saha Gargi, Hyderabad

Haw Par Villa, also known as the Tiger Balm Gardens, has to be one of the weirdest tourist spots you can find in Southeast...

Buddha Tooth Relic Temple – Gargi Saha, Hyderabad

In 1980, Ven. Cakkapala, abbot of the renowned Bandula monastery in Mrauk-U, Myanmar, resolved together with five male devotees to climb the Bagan Hill...

Sri. Rabindranath Tagore’s Supra-mental Philosophy in Gitanjali Aiding the creation of the unique identity – Dr. Sandhya Tiwari, Hyderabad

Tagore, a great exponent of divinity in man, explained in Gitanjali, “Song Offerings”, how mankind can be united by the religious bond of love...

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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...