By Lopa Banerjee
Bhupati did not have anything to give Charu that day, nor did he have words for her. He had come to her with empty hands, seeking her love. Just one question of concern from Charu or a bit of her attention would have worked as a remedy to his bruises and pain. But the treasure-chest of Charu’s love and affection remained locked that day.
By Cafe Dissensus
In this video, Dr. Reem Shamsudeen, a visually impaired Assistant Professor at a College affiliated to Delhi University, has appealed to end housing discrimination that she had to face recently for being Muslim.
By Muhammad Ashraf
For the oppressed of India, even decades after Ambedkar’s vision was spelt out, it embodies the emancipating potential that no other ideology could offer them. This latter strength of Ambedkarite vision arises from the peculiar fact that Ambedkar’s life itself was the greatest embodiment of emancipation.
By Lopa Banerjee
At his summoning, Charu suddenly regained her consciousness and stood up. She didn’t really expect Bhupati’s arrival now. He came close to her, and as he softly stroked her hair with his fingers, he asked her, with all his affection: “Why are you sitting alone in the dark, Charu? Where did Manda go?”
By Syed Kamran Ali
India could take in some of the refugees into its own territory. While there are some Rohingya already living in cities like Hyderabad, more needs to be done considering the severity of the situation. If countries like Saudi Arabia, Pakistan, Bangladesh, Malaysia, Indonesia, and Thailand could accommodate thousands of fleeing Rohingyas, India ought to show more empathy.
By Lopa Banerjee
The little, humble sanctuary of literature, that Charu had built as their own clandestine world, had been shattered by a hailstorm of praises. Charu felt as if an enormous hail had attacked and destroyed that world entirely, and it pained her immensely.
By Raj Shekhar Sen
And
I have held all these experiences together
to knit one word,
refugee.
By Ajay Balhra
I never imposed any decision of mine on my staff or students. I always wanted them to feel as if they have taken that particular decision for their betterment and this feeling, I believe, makes them more accountable and committed to achieve their targets.
By Lopa Banerjee
What was that fateful moment when she stimulated his desire to write? Could she exert her influence on Amal now, the way she could do earlier? Amal was now being fed by the pampering indulgence of many; he would be unaffected if he omitted her from his life.
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.
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