Short Story: Samaresh
By Nishi Pulugurtha
Everyone was talking of the jhor. As I was eating rice, saag and fish, Dida told us about the jhor. She said it had a name, Amphan.
Poem: Post-cyclone
By Moinak Dutta
So they look around
Like a stupefied lot,
Totally clueless.
Cafe Dissensus Everyday 