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From Kakinada to Calcutta: Finding a Way through Languages

By Nishi Pulugurtha
These days I speak Telugu much less. Amma does not speak anymore; Alzheimer’s has wrought ravages with her speech. I still speak to her in Telugu. I am sure some bit of my talking does reach out to her somewhere. Appagaru is in another world.

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‘Super 30’: A Case for Hindi

By Monica Bhattacharya
Although Super 30 is ‘protest art’ in its own right combating the evils of class hierarchy, it engenders a new form of linguistic subjugation that sparks the long-standing debate on the monopoly of Hindi.

How I conquered myself

By Ankan Hore
I invested more time in myself. I kept grinding – trying to be more composed and complacent every day, rather, every hour. I realized that the lesser I consumed external opinions, the deeper I could dive in myself. I stopped paying heed to unwanted suggestions, which seemed quite irrelevant or which could harm my inner harmony.

Film Review: The Piano (1993)

By Aastha Joshi
The Piano is a movie everyone has been talking about ever since it was first played at Cannes where it won the Palme d’Or. It is one of those exceptional movies that is not just about a story, or some roles, but about a whole cosmos of feeling.

Lost Poetry of Education

By Priyanka Tiwari
Education must create a broader picture in the child’s mind about the philosophy of life, the madness of individuality and the music of life and death. After all, the more we come closer to death, the more we start to live.

Short Story: Hands

By Vivek Nath Mishra
I manured and watered them regularly but the plants were not that shiny anymore. She had some tricks that I didn’t know, perhaps the plants knew her touch. The sparrow that built nest there in my roof garden chose some other place, and the bulbul found another hand, I guess.

Chinsurah by the Ganga

By Nishi Pulugurtha
Nothing of the Dutch Fort Gustavus remains today. Above the staircase of the bungalow of the Commissioner of Burdwan is a plaque with the letters “VOC 1687”, a sign of the Dutch past. Next to the Hooghly Madrassa nearby is a house that once served as the residence of the Dutch Governor of Chinsurah. The original building has been demolished and the British constructed a building in the same place, which serves as the residence of divisional commissioner of Burdwan.

Love || Eat || Pray|| Lynch

By Sabyasachi Nag
The man
Entrusted with the sentence swings and strikes each time
Tabrez makes a slow lunge at the trajectory of the cane –
Shaking his head as the enforcer implores
To chant after him – Jai Shri Ram.