Tag:J. T Jayasingh

Can we go back

Technology can of course show as something that we cannot do in our life. Now in cinematography there is a technology to rewind or...

Celebrate Poetry

We are not sure about how many of you know that World Poetry Day is observed on 21st March every year. In fact it...

Freedom of Expression

“Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way Into that heaven...

Writer’s Dream

“I want to do something splendid… Something heroic or wonderful that won’t be forgotten after I’m dead… I think I shall write books.” ― Louisa...

The Curse of Female Spirit – J.T Jayasingh

They called their land ‘Mother’ And even ‘Mother’ they called their seas ‘The Ganga’, ‘The Saraswati’ They made the rivers female And washed their sins in them.   My female...

Great Writing

Literature is not always the faithful reflection of contemporary society and life. If it is so, then there won’t be much difference between literature...

Oh! Indian Society, the time is up!

“I was not rescued by a prince; I was the administrator of my own rescue."- Elizabeth Gilbert Can anywhere else on the surface of the...

Thoughts in Book Form

A book is like a garden carried in the pocket -Chinese Proverb Having a glimpse of one’s creative ideas in book form is a greatest...

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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...