Five Love Poems
By Mubashir Karim
In Love
I want to do to you
What a wind does to a chime.
By Mubashir Karim
In Love
I want to do to you
What a wind does to a chime.
By Karen McCrea
Charlotte Wood has raised her voice in a clear, crystalline, articulate howl of fury against such misogyny in this, her fifth novel. And what a voice it is; fluent, powerful, lyrical, visceral. A dark tale, the story feels all too plausible, like it might have already happened, just recently.
By Muhammad Ashraf
The key for maintaining moderate and pluralistic Islam in South Asia is simple, and comprises moderate and pluralistic Islamic education. Muslims trained in the philosophical, theological, and metaphysical aspects of the Islamic past and present will not turn to radicalism.
By Cafe Dissensus
In photos, Dalit Scholar Rohith Vemula’s life, activism, resistance, death, and protests following his death.
By Sunandini Mukherjee
You knew her to be one of the morning ragas.
Your girl too, travelled to stormy beaches
Collected pebbles to write to you.
By Rohith Vemula
I am writing this kind of letter for the first time. My first time of a final letter. Forgive me if I fail to make sense.
By Joint Action Committee for Social Justice, University of Hyderabad
We, the students of University of Hyderabad and the undersigned are enraged by this atrocious decision and appeal to you to intervene in this matter and take action on all the University of Hyderabad officials for succumbing to the pressures from BJP and the BJP ministers whoforced the University of Hyderabad administration to implement the suspension and social boycott of the five Dalit research scholars without any enquiry and helped the ABVP President file the false case.
By Nishi Pulugurtha
On 8 November 2010, I left for work at my usual time. Quarter past ten, I called home to tell my mother that I had reached. My dad passed away two years ago and my mother stayed at home alone; it became my habit to call her up frequently through the day. The phone rang, no one answered.
By Tikuli
I open my eyes, light a cigarette,
somewhere time died in misty solitude
and the river between us froze.
By Bhupinder Singh
In my many years of professional life in the US and Canada, I have worked with people from many nationalities but not encountered even one Indigenous person. As I read through Roxanne Dunbar-Ortiz’s, An Indigenous People’s History of the United States, it became easier for me to understand why this is so.
By Kouser Fathima
The Uniform Civil Code could finally be inclusive of personal laws without gender discrimination. This might be a little difficult to realize but not impossible.
By Cafe Dissensus
At the main intersection, some people stopped the vehicle and asked the driver to take an alternative road, which passes through the police station. The alternative road meets the main road after about 1.5 kilometers. But one of the jawans didn’t agree to it and asked the driver to carry on by clearing the people at the rally.