What Ails Our Children’s films?
Ruchira takes a hard look at the children’s films made in our country and finds that a lot needs to be done. An exclusive for Different Truths. Indian cinema...
Am I Unusual?
Shormita delves into the psyche of a trans child, portraying the conflicts within, when it is unable to understand terms like sex, gender, and sexuality of a person. An...
The Technology Era
Sarala rues how the technology era has changed every aspect of our lives, an exclusive for Different Truths. No more writing letters nor phone calls Cell phone has been...
The Ballad of Little Ma
Kavita, on International Women’s Day, pens a poem, dedicated to her grandmother, Leah Jacob. An exclusive for Different Truths. If measured correctly Little Ma was four feet, eleven inches...
Christine de Pizan Lived by Her Pen and Built a City for Women Six Centuries Back
Christine de Pizan, a French Renaissance writer, was ahead of her times. Feminism as a concept and a terminology emerged four centuries after her. She lived by the pen...
Plan Sea: Unveiling the Nuances of Nomadic Life
Enakshi reviews Plan Sea, by S. E. Ansley, exclusively for Different Truths. Book: Plan Sea Author: S. E. Ansley Rating: 4/5 To some people, travelling is...
Glow in Your Gloom
The power of positive thinking is beautifully expressed in this poem, by Sarla, exclusively for Different Truths. Don’t let the gloomy days spoil your spirit, It’s only a passing...
Woman, an Emblem of Magic and Power
Suchismita celebrates womanhood, with its magic and power, exclusively for Different Truths. To the one who creates magic over nature, or loves to endeavour or to venture, To the...
Myths and Socio-Psychological Contemporaneity in Hayavadana: A Critique
In this interview with Ashish, Prof Sonjoy Dutta Roy explores the structure of Hayavadana, use of myths and symbols, significance of masks, the underlying theme of the play, among...
That Glistening Edge
A poignant surreal poem, by Laksmisree, exclusively for Different Truths The veiled hue of my organza ghunghat The muted sheen of my nail enamels, My lip gloss, the muffled glitz...