Mirror
Here’s a love poem by Shameena, in Different Truths. For there is none whom I have met To see what’s there I’ll never let When you touched within, I...
My Dream Man: A Romance with a Pink Cover and Kamasutra Drawings
Humourist Soumya reviews an M&B kind of Romance, My Dream Man, by Aditi Bose, in his style. An exclusive in Different Truths. The stewardess scrutinised the book in my...
Growing up in the Age of Eve Teasing
Bold and brutally honest, Payal knows her mind and calls spade a spade. She tells us about the sordid world of eve teasers. The flashers, the touchers, the perverts,...
Tales from Srimad Bhagavatam: Vishwamitra – XXIII
Nilanjana retells the story of Rishi Vishwamitra and how he changed, through penance, from a proud King Kaushika, in the weekly column, exclusively in Different Truths. King Kaushika was...
Patanjali Yoga: Want Creates Fear, and Giving is Receiving!
Navodita, our Associate Editor, a yoga expert, tells us about the Eight Limbs of Patanjali Yoga, which tells us that want creates fear, while in giving we receive. Yoga...
Carrying the Past: The Story of Two Zen Monks
In an inward looking, reflective piece, Shameena asks, what is the use of carrying the unnecessary baggage of the past? She retells a well-known story of two Zen monks....
My First Punju Wedding as an Invited Guest
Humourist Soumya tells us about the boisterous and exuberant Punjabi (slang: Punju) wedding as an invited guest. The Big Fat Punjabi Wedding is a place to be. Here’s more...
The Role of Humour in Resolving Conflicts
Conflict is an inevitable part of life, and humour helps in resolving it in a healthy way, leading to stronger bonds. Hyderabad-based Kavita, a practicing psychologist, tells us the...
To Urdu, with Love from Allahabad
Urdu has been an integral part of Allahabad’s vernacular heritage. The Ganga-Jamuni tahzeeb (culture) gets its name from the city of two rivers, Ganga and Yamuna, where these confluence...
A Day of Revelations!
She began by writing emails to those online friends she had not thought of, forget written to, in almost two years. As she hit ‘send’ each time, it seemed like...