Poetry itself is pious — it’s like the holy water; you sprinkle it to eliminate the evil. — Kiriti Sengupta Kiriti...
Month: December 2020
In this literary essay, Anamika Das shares how Kondapalli Koteswarmma's memoir - The Sharp Knife of Memory (Zubaan Books, 2015)...
“The Sparrow” She flew to a neem tree and settled on its tender branch. Immediately she began preening her tiny...
Dear Son, How is everything going in school? You might be under surveillance, my child Together with this letter, I...
Bhaskar Parichha reviews Shashi Tharoor's latest book, The Battle of Belonging (Published by Aleph Books, November 2020) and explains how...
Yogyakarta, Indonesia The warung was in the southern side of Yogyakarta, where the city met the southbound highway, far from...
Priyanka Tripathi reviews the essay collection edited by Nishi Pulugurtha, Across and Beyond (Published by Avenel Press, 2020) telling us...
Scorpions might sound like a strange choice of subject to write about, but somehow, this creature has had a way...
I When Deborah died, she left her five precious possessions with me. Four cats and a boxful of prayer beads...
Life is something you understand only the moment before you die. Partha said that to me once, after the clouds...
