…And Two Women Suffered
She was a slim, tall, elegant woman, too pretty to be a cook in our house, but as she was not very young, my mother kept her immediately. She...
The First Shadows of Cruelty
Here’s a short story by Aarathi that explores the complexities of relationships. It was penned during a Creative Writing Workshop, conducted by our Editor-in-Chief, Arindam. A Different Truths exclusive....
The Unnamed Fame
Here’s an evocative short story by a young storyteller, Kabir. He penned this story, during a recent Creative Writing Workshop, conducted by our Editor-in-Chief, Arindam Roy, under the aggies...
The Abode of Peace: A Nest Formed in the Universe
Badly in need of funds for his ashram, Tagore sought donations from abroad notably England and was dismayed to encounter the cool British snub. This was a fallout of...
Rustling Silks and Flamboyant Hues at Maharashtrian Weddings
Ruchira tells us about Marathi weddings, in the weekly column, exclusively for Different Truths. Marathi weddings are middle-level affairs, a sharp contrast from the big fat Indian wedding projected...
Delicious Pineapple Upside-Down Cake
Anumita shares the recipe for a delicious and healthy dessert, Pineapple upside-down cake. It’s easy to make. Read more in the weekly column, exclusively for Different Truths. Cakes are...
Bon Appetit: After a Full Belly all is Poetry!
Food is interwoven into the culture of the Chinese people much like the Indians. With food, Gods are worshipped, ancestors are sustained, and spirits pacified. Food also plays a...
The Heart of Donna Rai: Police
Here’s the third and final part of the three-part book extract from the forthcoming novel, The Heart of Donna Rai by Sumita, in the weekly column, exclusively in Different...
Potatoes on My Plate!
Ruchira tells us about the antiquity and history of potatoes and its varied uses, in the weekly column, exclusively in Different Truths. I am a non-vegetarian, by default, since...
Sliver of Memories
An inward-looking, evocative verse by Mamta, in Different Truths. She tells us that in this ephemeral, ever-changing world, something doesn’t change. Like migratory birds I return home to the...