Month: May 2022

Poetry

Midnight Musings

Some nights, I stay up late Whispering to my dreams; Revisiting forts of sculpted curves, Revisiting echoes of thrills.   I trace my finger over that memory Over and over again, Like a blind girl braille to read.   And as the night grows darker And the dance of my […]

Fiction

The Rajah’s Garden

by Divy Tripathi  They wouldn’t know about it, would they? Of course not. Who cares about weed-wedded gardens and wild forests after all? I had been worrying myself sick over nothing. These are dead wastelands, which keep the dead with them. Maybe it was this ride that got me to […]

Poetry

The Copper Bowl

The coin I dropped in the copper bowl the beggar was sitting in front of God torn, tattered one in black moist– forbade my donation of old clothes. I ascended the stairs of the temple and descended a hundred times despite my aching toe. the coin was still twirling in […]

Articles

Women’s Mobilisation in the Soviet Central Asia

by Monalisa Deka The female labour force in Central Asia played a very important role in the communist movement. In fact, one could say the real emancipation of women came after the communist parties started mobilizing them for their political purposes. Women often were ignored as unskilled and illiterate beings […]

Poetry

The Capital City We Live In

Who has hit the city, neither you nor I, Only those at the helm for 75 years, with vested interests; Allowed rampant growth,  let it grow out of control; Are they only responsible, others silently watched its decay? A concrete jungle, now a dead city. Temperatures soaring as never before! […]

Poetry

Friendship

Friendship Friendship is like sunlight A big warm hug, Embracing all of you You bloom into a beautiful person under it Unlike Icarus, You can never fly too close to this big ball of happiness Friendship is a rainbow Seven colours shared between two hearts Feeling, love, sadness, happiness truth, […]

Fiction

Silhouettes

by Muhsina. K. Ismail The sky was huddled with greyish white clouds. Bright yellow sunlight was prickling Thamanna’s eyes. She drew the curtain blinds. Still, patches of yellow light appeared on a pillow, on the plastic foldable bookshelf, and on the yellow board printed with fruits and animals fitted on […]

Poetry

Taming of Negativity….

In the duty of humanity, I am a hero, In the name of wealth, I am the zero, In the nakedness of Autumn, I am that tree, In the name of liberty, I am in spree. Bones in me are robust to be broken, Spirit in me is highly awoken, […]