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Short Story: Is that you darling? Are you home?

By Achyut Dutt
The years have flown fairly quickly after that. After moving to the west, Rani and you had one more child, a son, Arnav. He is going to Stanford since last August. Tina lives with her husband Dieter in Schwedt. They have a cottage by the Elbe. And Rani. It’s now a year since the very light of your life, your Rani, passed away, consumed by the cancer which had galloped unchecked through her thyroids.

Pages from a Mom’s Diary

By Prachi Priyanka
I felt a whirlpool of emotions. Thoughts wandered like shadowy strangers. My eyes were moist with tears as I slowly perched on the bed and sat beside my child. Ah! My heart ached to reach out to my baby. I bent down to kiss him.

Short Story: Union at Christmas

By Achyut Dutt
The ritual thereafter began predictably. Like hundreds of other evenings. I gave Sally a quick peck on the cheek at her door and walking down the length of the hallway to my apartment. And she waited till I reached my doorstep and gave me a tiny wave.

When Religion Encroaches

By Riti Das Dhankar
One of the things that remained unchanged in Jaipur was a small shop in one of the markets. When we speak of the landmarks in a city, we refer to those places which have been there for at least half a century or more. The shop I am referring to is a butchery.

Zippity Zap: A what-if on the MAS Flight370 Disappearance

By Achyut Dutt
China defines Air Defense Identification Zone over disputed Japanese Senkaku Islands. A carrier task force, headed by the Liaoning, starts aggressive patrols in the Sea of Japan, the busiest commercial shipping lane in the world. The tinderbox is lit. Time now for the US to prepare for a “live” test.

Two Weeks in Delhi

By Bhaswati Ghosh
No matter where I live or how big my house is, home will always be this three-room single-story unit. It’s where
Grandfather did his battery of morning exercises in the front yard; it’s where Grandma unburdened herself through writing. On hot summer days just like these, she lay on her stomach on the bare floor—her work desk—with sheets of foolscap strewn before her.

My Rendezvous with Humaira Bachal

By Mosarrap H. Khan
Humaira’s story is one which is perhaps easy to sell as it stands now: from extreme poverty to success and promise. But this is also a story which had to be scripted before it could even be sold. Humaira believed in her story. If she is now the center of attention and admiration, she has written it painstakingly with the help of her mother.

India: A Haven for the Rapists

By Indranil Dey
Why would the character of a girl, clothes she wears or the company she keeps be relevant to the investigation of a rape? Logically, it doesn’t. Lawfully, it doesn’t. But, somehow, morality, religion, and the dreaded word, ‘culture’, are mobilized to torment the victims.

Surge of Support for Right-Wing Politics in Functioning Democracies

By Soumya Sundar Chowdhury
The main flaw of the left-wing ideology lies in the fact that it considers every agitating class an oppressed class.
The left-wing ideology views the unruly behavior of the agitating class as the direct result of their feeling that they have been repressed. It is also said that the peace-loving majority section of the society is not bothered about the oppressed class because they themselves are the oppressor.