Humanism
Here’s a poetic tribute of Sarala to Mother Teresa, and a call to the youth to emulate her, in Different Truths. Learn dear youthWhat’s humanismfrom our belovedMother Teresawho cleansed...
Life is Short and the World is Wide
Hong Kong, in that sense, is conveniently located, with its proximity to so many beautiful cities just a couple of hours away. From Cambodia, Bali to Vietnam and Thailand…all can...
Cook up a Story
A tongue in cheek poem by Dr. Amrinder, for Different Truths. I am neither into chick lit Nor do I reinvent mythology Thrillers don’t thrill me And...
She Never Saw Him Again
An evocative love poem of loss and remembrances, by Monika, for Different Truths. She never saw him againTheir love was very briefThey couldn’t be togetherAnd this was her only...
Yummy and Wholesome Chicken Snacks in Three Ways
Anumita tells us how tweaking a few things entirely different snacks might be prepared with the same basic ingredient. Here she tells us how to prepare three chicken snacks,...
After the Taste of Juicy Zobo-Blood
An anti-war protest poem by Martins, for Different Truths. After fuddled in thoughtaround 12am,in the serene nightI depleted my thoughtwhich was flitting through my mindmy thought I proffered no...
Health and Beauty Benefits of Turmeric
Turmeric is a panacea. It has several health and beauty benefits. This is an ancient Ayurvedic component, which is now seen in mainstream medications for curing ailments. Anumita enlists...
Nourishing Night
Here’s a poem, by Arun, in the tradition of the Romantics, wherein the poet’s love for the night, in Different Truths, is invigorating. The myriad conversations I hold with...
Life is no Magic Carpet for Salman in a Faraway Land!
Twenty-eight-year-old Salman is from Bhadohi, in East Uttar Pradesh. He was just 8 years old when he came to Chennai with his father. He misses home. Life is no...
The Rites of Passage
Soumya walks down the memory lane and revisits his childhood, tween, and teenage years. An exclusive for Different Truths. Do we have any memories before we are two years...