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‘Smug’: A dystopia of tradition-less existence

By Nabanita Sengupta
In a dark, scary world of collective amnesia stretched to its extreme, the only ray of hope is in form of the little girl who personifies a new beginning. ‘Smug’ raises questions, forces us to think but leaves each of us to find our own answers and undertake our own journeys.

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Short Story: Curfew

By Dev Chaudhry
I took my pen from the counter and we left the shop, without saying anything. Nobody spoke anything on our way back to school. We had never had such a long journey in our life before. A senseless journey with dead feet and lead laden hearts.

Short Story: Mona had come to me today…

By Binay Majumdar
I told Mona—Hey Mona, do you know Leonardo Da Vinci was born in a village near Akuli Hills in Italy? He painted the Mona Lisa. You are a Mona; and even she is a Mona! This Leonardo was an engineer and a mathematician too. His hand-painted pictures of helicopters are still there.

Short Story: Poorvi and tequila sunrise

By Moinak Dutta
A song played at the bar. ‘Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy…’ Poorvi took the shots. They were lovely. There was a slight burning feeling in her throat. But that was better, much better than all the burns she had borne within.

Poem: I feel harassed by dust, bacteria and shit to name a few

By Auxiliary Random Access Memory
I feel harassed by the  sunlight
I feel harassed by the  moonlight
I feel harassed by the  wind
                                    smoke
                                    rain
                                    sand
                                    dust

The Truth was at Warner Bros

By Vivaan Shah
It seems evident to me at least in metaphorical terms that if Disney represented splendor, MGM glamour, Paramount pomp, Universal the circling globe, then the truth was at Warner Bros! 

Telliscope: Our collective necrophilia

By Ashley Tellis
Migrant labourers build the cities and towns we live in, clean the garbage we produce and survive on the less than minimum wage they earn, living away from their homes where they cannot even produce enough to survive, which is why they become migrant labour, and for their pains we turn on them and hound them out of cities and towns.

Dr. Jack Ryan, CIA, as a guide to understanding global conflict

By MK Raghavendra
Jack Ryan is to the CIA what James Bond was to Britain’s MI 6. Where the marginalization of Britain in the new millennium makes James Bond more a sex symbol than an interpretable global symptom, Jack Ryan is the spy of the moment. The arrival of Tom Clancy’s Jack Ryan as a television series on Amazon Prime Video is therefore a matter of some political importance.

Two Poems

By Ruhail Andrabi
Cold dawn plays the trumpets of melancholy;
It cacophonously echoes in the chambers of innocence, 
And gulps the peaceful silence of heart.