By Rashmi Patel PROLOGUE  Every book that I have read has been my solid and reliable companion , be as a kid of grade three with English...

By Rashmi Patel (A story of two sisters in conversation…) You and I No! I and you Ohk! Ohk! It’s we for you... Let’s begin... This is a...

By Nazma Begam LOVE WITHOUT RESPECT IS A SWEET POISON. ITS AROMA WILL CAST UPON YOU A TEMPTATION, BUT WHEN CONSUMED, IT WILL RAZE YOUR...

By Nazma Begam From the small corner of my room, The window is the only opening to outside— An entrance for the cold breeze And for the...

By Nazma Begam Isn't it easy to purify endless river water? So, why it seems difficult to grow better? Can't I just clear up all the...

By Nazma Begam "Every cut heals my fears, Every deception leads me to shed fewer tears.Every scar enlightens me to reality, Every...

By Nazma Begam Facts and myths are determined by the stronger pitch. Victims and guilty are decided by the privileged rich. Tales are...

By Akash Kumar Mishra I was rain, falling without invitation, soft enough to kiss skin, loud enough to drown silence. They danced in me,...

By Akash Kumar Mishra मेरी रात शुरू होती है तेरी यादों को लेकर,   फिर नींद किस बात पर आए?   भुलाना चाहता हूँ हर चीज़ को    तेरा,...

By Akash Kumar Mishra I was a pond, murky and still, ignored.   Silted with silence, Too shallow for reflection.   Then she bloomed A...

By Akash Kumar Mishra मेरा दिल दुखता है मैं जब भी गुलाब देखूं मुझे घिन आती है जब भी मैं शराब देखूं वो गुलाब ही क्या जो तेरी बालों में ना ...

By Akash Kumar Mishra When one becomes so obsessed with something they cannot have, they often lose their mind. Some go mad, while others...

By Roshan Tara I met Aarush the summer my father traded what was left of his pride for a job beneath a powerful man. We arrived with one...

By Songa Mohini Oka swaram… naaku matrame vinipinche rahasya swaram, adhi naalo modalaina nishabdam nunchi vache swaram. Avarodhalu tho...

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By Fahima Nahid You don't get to see familiar wrinkled hands around tea cups anymore. Your emotions now linger around old coffee mugs...

By Fahima Nahid Dear Maryam Jo, In all fairness to my failed attempts to let this reach you, I'll write this out, out loud, for my...

By Fahima Nahid It was December beyond  December. Oranges kept aside waiting to be peeled, the quilt smelling of sheer Daadi' s...

By Fahima Nahid How are human lives so blithely escaping notice? How is there no time to grieve, to process death? Sunken in privilege...