Crossing the Threshold
Harshali describes her journey through the year as she is ready to cross the threshold into the New Year, as part of the Special Feature, exclusively for Different Truths....
My Journey as a Poet and Writer in 2017
Our columnist, Lily, looks back at 2017. She recounts her journey as a writer and poet, detailing her more than a year-long journey with this webzine, as Special Feature,...
Looking Back, Looking Forward: In the Twilight of a Year-end and a New Year
Our Editor-in-Chief, Arindam, and the entire Different Truths Team celebrate the twilight of a year-end and a New Year. Here’s a three-day long Special Feature, exclusively in Different Truths....
Banned Girl
An intense ballad about the perversity of the society for a woman, her sexuality, and salvation, by Kabir, in Different Truths. One night, two souls united Breaking many customs...
Virat and Anushka Wed, Panda Creates Toilet Paper, Burger King Fined for Child Labour, Camel Hospital Opens in Dubai, and Tribals Show the Way
Over 18-odd tribal couples kissed in the presence of thousands of people in Dumaria village, in Jharkhand, in a never-seen-before competition. Simon Marandi, a Jharkhand Mukti Morcha legislator, who...
She Walks Tall
A poem of hope and courage that Sarala had penned keeping in mind the World Disability Day on December 3, earlier this month, in Different Truths. She is all...
A Glass of Milk was Spilled Today
Here is a ballad from Sumita, wherein the storyteller-poet tells an interesting tale, in Different Truths. A glass of milk was spilled one day. Mother yelled and Sunny froze,...
The Culprit
A powerful protest poem by Bushra. Here we see the poet as a Social Journalist, in Different Truths. My poem, The Culprit, was written when I was in the...
Celebrating Stories, Celebrating Literature
Here’s a report on the launch of a collection of poems, titled Arz Hai, early this month. Read more in Different Truths. Team Arz Hai, a group of young...
I Love my Sips of Sorrow
A lyrical poem by Arun, that’s inward-looking, in Different Truths. I love my sips of sorrow For, when they get in, They engulf me in a cocoon That happiness...