Six Poems
By K.S.Subramanian
If happiness is a whirlpool in the river,
Pain too is a fading scar on memory.
Photo-Essay: In God’s Own Country
By Neha Basnet
The all-encompassing silence seemed to be a tangible presence around me. The world was, as if, meditating. Along with sea waves and the chirping birds, I was part of it.
Rabindranath Tagore’s ‘The Broken Home’ (Nastanirh): Chapters 15 & 16
By Lopa Banerjee
Her expectations to relish the pleasures of a new book, a new writing, new exciting news or other sources of amusement diminished; there was nobody she would have to sew for, to write for, nobody for whom she could buy any precious gift.
Eyeballs Don’t Grow Old
By Prasanta Chakravarty
Delhi is a kind city
(contrary to the myth)
The rake’s boudoir
The scholars’ club
The pizza delivery boy’s tip
On the Question of Interviews for Preschool and Nursery Admissions
By Joyeeta Dey
It has, however, become clear that interviews serve as a smokescreen for concealing the perpetuation of social inequality via schooling.
The Less Fortunate
By Haris Ahmed
The man was shivering; a young lad shoved him down on his knees. Another man loaded his rifle. Before the crowd could react, the man lay lifeless in a pool of blood. The crowd began cheering and roaring in frenzy.
Seven Poems
By Tikuli
cigarettes, float like decomposed corpses
bloated with memories, voices, tense with
longing, rustle through the trees, possessed
and restless the midnight lingers.
Three Poems
By Trivarna Hariharan
then an alarm rings
and everyone is told to get down
and unlearn the names of the places –
they’ve grown up loving all their lives –
in a moment’s time.
Infinite Contestation
By Saitya Brata Das
Writing and creating works of art or pursuing truth in philosophy, all these fragile things that they do – fragile because they don’t have forces at their disposal – this fragility is excessive: they overflow, like a surplus, the entire forceful and powerful realm of politics.
Rampur: A City of Royals
By Syed Kamran Ali
The first part of the minaret at the bottom is built in the shape of a Mosque, the part just above this resembles a Church, the third part reflects the architectural design of a Sikh Gurudwara and the top most part of the minaret is built in the shape of a Hindu temple.
Anti-Islamic State Campaigns in Kerala: Anything beyond factionalism?
By Muhammad Ashraf Thachar Padikkal
Some of Jamaat’s founding ideas now stand outdated in Kerala and a criticism of Jamaat’s anti-IS campaign based on those ideas would be unfair.
Asiya’s Story
By Safia Begum
One fine day, I went away with him and started living with him. We never married but lived together. I suspected that I might have been pregnant.
Cafe Dissensus Everyday 