By Mujeeb Jaihoon
What was Tamerlane doing in the city of Peter? Geographically and chronologically, both kings had no remote chances of meeting. How then did the blue dome look like the Gur-e-Amir Mausoleum?
By Atreyee Majumder
Perhaps, we have been completely, totally, missing the point. That all the while, we were talking from our armchairs. Now that we are physically incarcerated in our armchairs, our inner wars are showing.
By Umang Kumar
they say train tracks
sing of home
let us lay our heads down
lulled to sleep
in a steel cradle
By Afsana
If the doctors are not willing to see the patients, how can they improve the maternal and child health?
By Malvika Sharma
The Aurat in Schreiner, Wollstonecraft and Azmi are marching towards this freedom to become a part of a larger freedom for the mankind. They dream and aspire to be free so that there can be equality.
By Narasimha Murthy
While the narration turns lethargic towards the end of the novel, Gita Viswanath’s Twice It Happened is a bold novel that keeps its readers in its thrall.
By Kavita Ezekiel Mendonca
Breathe Hope
In those who walk
Hundreds of miles
To reach their villages
And the warmth of their loves ones.
By Sabreen Ahmed
After some time she heard Ruhi giggling in the other room and she rushed to find that Sameer had returned home. He came with a week’s leave to sort out matters.
By Saheed Meo
It is both hope and despair that has defined our everydayness during the lockdown. Our everyday world is an unholy mix of fractured familial rhythm, tasting distrust, experiencing uncertainties and having incessant engagements with the virtual world.
By Shahid Jamal
Covid-19 has caused less disaster on earth than the unforgivable brutality committed by people during the course of history.
By Umang Kumar
Khan allows the viewer to enter the unvarnished world of the migrant worker and struggle along with him each moment – buying biscuits at the kiosk; sipping chai; doing sit ups as his coffee is drained; taking his family to the mall, dressed in a fresh, untucked bush-shirt with a kerchief under the collar; trying to participate in the new India by indulging a whim for expensive perfumes, as if to reclaim something the city and the society owe him.
By Gopal Lahiri
dreams sleep on the caregivers’ palms,
of its pondering to flatten the proverbial curve.
Cafe Dissensus Everyday 