Poem: Taking a Knee for George Floyd
By Umang Kumar
This is how it kills, George
like a knee on the neck
bearing down
to crush you
constricting breath
Migrant Workers: The Nameless Faces, the Many Insignificant Lives
By Mahvish Shahab
One is perplexed to understand what is more intense: the fear of dying nameless and unidentified in temporary shelters or the desperation to reach home safely.
Poem: Calcutta Shop
By Sekhar Banerjee
Calcutta is hermaphrodite like a red hibiscus
or a tomato or pumpkin or a horse chestnut
Should we celebrate the Menstrual Hygiene Day in India?
By Soma Mandal
Rehana Fathima, one of the six non-Hindu social activists, who tried to bring down the period barricade surrounding the Sabarimala Temple in Kerala has been sacked by the telecom giant BSNL for her immodest and indecent public behaviour.
Online Learning: Support Service Framework for Students
By Ananya S Guha
Effective teaching can be done by intuition and by understanding intuitively the levels of comprehension that exist in a classroom.
Short Story: Samaresh
By Nishi Pulugurtha
Everyone was talking of the jhor. As I was eating rice, saag and fish, Dida told us about the jhor. She said it had a name, Amphan.
Poem: Post-cyclone
By Moinak Dutta
So they look around
Like a stupefied lot,
Totally clueless.
‘Qissa’ of Irrfan Khan
By Khalid Jawed
In Qissa, we do not find the Irrfan Khan of other films: style of dialogue delivery, facial expression, gait, reflexes, mannerism and his entire body language are pronouncedly different.
Ismat Aapa and Her Zenana
By Malvika Sharma
Aapa gives us courage through her Zenana, and asks us to shed this fear and shame, be naked, and let the world close its eyes in case our nakedness bothers them.
Book Review: B.R. Ambedkar’s ‘States and Minorities’
By Aniruddha Babar
Ambedkar believed that the problem of the minorities and the Scheduled Castes were not only related to the social and political atrocities but also to various economic issues.
Two Poems by Anjana Ramanathan
By Anjana Ramanathan
For all I have are my feet,
I go, where they go,
If I die on the way,
We have together reached paradise.
Monologue
By Rimli Bhattacharya
Yet all I needed was that girl to remind me of my lost love. I wanted to creep out of my craziness. The more I tried, the more I whimpered. Did the dreamer in him really deserve death?
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