Tag:IR December 2019 issue

The concept of Ardhanareeshwara – Jisha Rajesh, Kerala

“Aparna, it was the editor,” Ashutosh said, brimming with joy, “he has agreed to publish my novel!” “Oh! I am so happy for you.” Aparna said as tears...

Delhi – Learning the Fundamentals of Working at Headquarters – M.S Menon, New Delhi [Sankupurana – Memoirs of an Engineer]

I could spend a week in Kerala before proceeding to Delhi to take up the new assignment. Meeting all my relatives took a toll...

Roommates – Jagari Mukherjee, Kolkata

My roommates and I danced With one another in the dark room Attached to the terrace. The music was low So that the...

Colours – Sonali Sharma, Uttarakhand

Red, yellow, and blue, Encircling the last ring, Of warfare, triumph, and tranquillity, Deepening an uncertainty, In which humans get absorbed. If 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...