Bitter Dregs of Coffee
A poem with a universality by Mamta. From coffee that two people have to the terror attacks in another continent, depicting the life and times of the now generation. A...
Why Hues do not lie and Tints do not cry? The Endless Shades of Fashion!
Replete with tongue-in- cheek humour, Neeti explains the colour fundas. She tells us, “No, no colours aren’t plotting against you, but yes, they definitely are a scheming lot!” Take a...
Spanish Omelette: A Wholesome, Yummy Breakfast
Sarika recalls a trip to Spain. Hotel breakfasts in Spain offered cereals, fruits, cooked breakfast, cheeses, hams, different flavoured yogurts, coffee, juices and two very popular breakfast food we enjoyed were...
Yellow Poplar
In this verse about flowers and nature, Elsy sees life’s lessons. A didactic poem with a moral exclusively for Different Truths. The yellow poplar, alias, the tulip tree, stood proud...
Lessons from the Borg
In a slightly different take this week, we look at some team dynamics and emotions that are part and parcel of a corporate team building products. We also consider how...
Community Participation made the Project Viable
Fahim, as are all the children of the street, did not trust Kaushik initially. But, as he listened to him explain the benefits of having an education, a safe place...
Beneath our Panties
In this poignant verse Nigerian poet, Olaitan, defines a woman, sensitive and vibrant, beyond her anatomy. Beneath our panties are The hot coals Of knocks and punches Of holes and...
Kolkata: 25-year-old Gang-raped in Moving Automobile after she Confuses Location
A 25-year-old foreigner girl, apparently Nepali, got mixed up with the location of a coffee shop and got down from a taxi. She sought help from a youth, who...
My Enchanting Life as Young Bride and Young Mother in Picturesque Dalhousie
Lily recounts the intoxicating life of a young bride in beauteous Dalhousie – a picturesque hill town, built across five hills. It is dotted with Scottish and Victorian architecture. Beautiful churches...
When I die
It’s not just a death wish or an elegy for oneself, but the yearning to be loved ever after. Here is a soulful poem by Sunita exclusively for Different Truths....