My Most Precious Find
A soulful poem by Madhumita. The seaside called and I went there The sands laid a bed for me the casuarina trees lined up cooled me fanning with their...
Texas Diary: Many Colours of American Life
Life is a series of accidents, happy and unhappy. Here are some random Texas Diary jottings of Sukanya. Her kaleidoscopic experiences create a tapestry of American life. She shares the tales...
Water
A soulful poem by Tripti. Water is the most dynamic element of nature. It teaches us adaptation, without any shape or color it can adjust anywhere, take any colour…yet...
The Story of Ramadan and Eid-ul-Fitr
Fasting during Ramadan allows Muslims to seek nearness from Allah, ask forgiveness, express gratitude to him and atone for sins, among many others. It is essentially a time of...
Sometimes
An enigmatic poem by Sushmita that transcends from the personal to the universal, exploring layers of love. Sometimes, When my strained breath is relaxed, And my rhythm is a swing....
Dead Soul
Here’s a dark enigmatic poem by Urooj. I stood on the hump-backed bridge With my arms hugging my dead soul… In the clear moonlight, the swirling waters beneath were...
The Earthen Pitcher
Champa recalls the days when fridges were not in vogue. Every house had earthen pitchers, the very large to small ones. The fragrance of moist earth – as after the...
Few Old Men
Craftiness and nastiness of some old men become folklore among others. Arindam profiles a few old men, known for their bojjathi, in a lighter vein. No offence meant to anyone,...
Indian Media Stormed by Three Questions
Three topics currently taking the media by storm these days are: the Supreme Court’s attempt to fabricate venues of escape for rapists. Secondly, the wastage of potable water on watering cricket pitches...