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The Emergence of a New Indian Identity in Chetan Bhagat ‘s Works – S. Sivanandan, Tamilnadu

Trends in Literature Literature mirrors life, so goes the adage . Literary forms have always been the medium of expression of the success of the...

IR - January 18, 2014

Fiction

After All You Are a Growing Boy – S. P. Lazarus, Tamilnadu

My father began to prepare for Christmas long before Santa Klaus. He planned every Christmas detail: the clothes - down to the most insignificant...

IR - January 18, 2014

Fiction

My Grandfather’s Marriage – Shailesh J. Khatri, Mumbai

Summer vacations were always looked forward to by me when I was a school child. Vacations were a welcome break from the boring routine...

IR - December 25, 2012

Fiction

Life moves on – Rajani Priya, Tamilnadu

Shiva was cycling very hard to reach his school. He was late again to his first period and it was his Tamil teacher who...

IR - November 16, 2012

Articles

Harmony Dehumanized IN Vikram Seth’s “A Suitable Boy – Rajani Priya, Tamilnadu

Vikram Seth‟s novel “A Suitable Boy”, set in post-independent India, revolves around four deeply intertwined families in the province of Purva Pradesh. The novel...

IR - October 12, 2012

Poetry

I Pray – Nikhil Chandwani, Tamilnadu

As I look out in the blue And see the darkening skies. I remember those old times, And tears shows up within my eyes. Those golden moments that...

IR - September 26, 2012

Fiction

Caged – Nikhil Chandwani, Tamilnadu

I asked Vani how she felt about the caged humans. “It’s painful. It’s an emotional abortion. It’s disgusting.” If that’s your answer then, “still you want...

IR - July 9, 2012

Poetry

You Are Me – K Pankajam, Tamilnadu

Hold me like a child, the way a mother does; caress me gently as leaves by the breeze, be that, what the rain is to earth upon which ...

IR - July 6, 2012

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PoetryJune 25, 2022

Pande-mourning

You cry.You postA photographOn your Whatsapp StatusYou send offA scurry of WhatsappMessagesTo potential mourners.You gloatOn your movability.You writeA cathartic...

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