‘Sraboner Dhara’: Human Relationships and Alzheimer’s
By Nishi Pulugurtha
Sraboner Dhara depicts the issues of the caregiver with great sensitivity.
By Nishi Pulugurtha
Sraboner Dhara depicts the issues of the caregiver with great sensitivity.
By Ishfaq Majid & Shazia Kouser
Like their counterparts in other states and regions, the web developers in Kashmir have started a web portal (https://covidkashmir.org). The web portal has been developed by Mudasir Ali, Haider Ali Punjabi and Syed Vikas Bukhari.
By Umang Kumar
The rest of us still remaining do not know who among us will be selected next. None of us believes it will be us.
By Amrita Sharma
The establishment of new trends in Urdu shayari by poets like Hafi that attract us to it cannot be denied outright.
By Abhay Kumar
If holding a gathering is a crime, why should Shamsul Islam blame the Tablighi Jamaat alone?
By Shazia Kouser
On 8 April, the National Digital Library was accessed about 1,60,804 times in just one day and about 14,51,886 times during the lockdown period, as against about 22000 daily strikes earlier.
By Nafis Haider
The real carrier of the coronavirus is the cosmopolitan class of India. The spread of this virus is the result of globalization and cosmopolitanism, the same phenomenon which has destroyed the small and cottage industries and compelled the workers to live in subhuman conditions in Delhi.
By Ruhail Andrabi
When we look through an anthropological lens into today’s classrooms, we could re-theorize Thorndike, Hull, and Pavlov taking into the consideration a new variable – the Internet.
By Atreyee Majumder
Italy Spain Florida
I walk the earth counting fingernails
Ensuring the dead have the right number
By Amrita Sharma
Watching one video after another and reading one post after the other, Haafi’s captivating style has primarily been my first serious literary encounter with Urdu Shayari so far.
By Nafis Haider
The particular singularization of one aspect of female life belonging to a rich and elite family cannot describe the reality of India.
By Akanksha
That night, I kissed the city
with as much ardor as I did
the boy in the white shirt
inside a black and yellow box
moving somewhere.