In Conversation with Poet, Larissa Shmailo
By Ajit Kumar
I was asked to leave Brown University for not doing any school work. I struggled with alcoholism and bipolar disorder as a young woman, but managed to graduate from Barnard College.
By Ajit Kumar
I was asked to leave Brown University for not doing any school work. I struggled with alcoholism and bipolar disorder as a young woman, but managed to graduate from Barnard College.
By Goirick Brahmachari
Every fucking word is holy!
Holy marriage, Holy infidelity.
By Cafe Dissensus
We beg to ask Ms. Kiran Bendi: Since IYD has brought rain to Delhi, does yoga also promise to sprout grass on the arid patch?
By Lopa Banerjee
Amal has earned considerable repute among his circle of readers recently. His stance, of late, has transformed from that of a humble school student to that of a respectable and elite gentleman. He reads essays in literary associations and meetings, and is often sought by editors or their spokespersons who invite him, request him to join their associations as a member or even as their president.
By Ramaa Sonti
It happened.
The warmth of the rising sun along with the flames within created a blazing passion.
By Riti Das Dhankar
Shoojit Sircar’s Piku is sheer magic in the way it captures ordinary life. It’s a sensitive portrayal of a father and daughter relationship. The magic in the movie comes from the brutal honesty and deep love that the duo shares for each other, despite being in an unenviable situation.
By Chandramohan S
Three poems of resistance
By Cafe Dissensus
While such news websites might produce some alternative reports and offer fresh perspectives, they don’t function as media watchdogs and don’t want to rub one of their own on the wrong shoulder.
By Riti Das Dhankar
On the whole, the movie is a good watch with a dramatic Bollywood masala ending. The screenplay is effortless and very natural. The problems faced by the characters are believable because they are as confused any one of us
By Bhupinder Singh
The function of literature: to make us desire a different kind of world and to create in us a kind of dissatisfaction with the world as it is.
By Lopa Banerjee
An inexplicable anger began to brew within Amal. He held Charu responsible for demeaning his cherished writings by presenting them to a man as apathetic to literature as his brother, Bhupati. It dawned on Charu instantly and the realization pained her.
By Rashida Murphy
Somewhere in the inherited cacophony of our multilingual selves, there is room for voicing something that can only be rendered in a foreign language.