By Lopa Banerjee
Through these scenes and smells, I want the readers to crave for that bigger picture of harmony, love, and peace which has been sadly endangered, which the people of Kashmir yearn for, every moment.
By Nilanjana Dey
Tizz was again decorated for welcoming Prom. Loki personally stood at the entry to welcome him. Skathi, Njord, and Apollo accompanied him. Prom limped his way in along with another colleague. His right mid-leg was covered with a black bandage.
By Malsawmi Jacob
In these four stories particularly, we see the image of water as a means of life and death, physical and (according to some beliefs) spiritual cleansing, and of unification of ideas and identities.
By Nilanjana Dey
Tizz was beaming on the day of the event. White ants from different colonies had participated in this much awaited annual event. ‘Whizzy Ants’ would conclude their race at Tizz. The whole colony of white ants had gathered to cheer for their winners as most of them were sure that the troll ants would win the race.
By Nilanjana Dey
The Q-Minions’ Vice Captain made a visit to Tizz. Loki had decorated the whole colony to welcome him. He personally stood at the entry to receive the Vice Captain. Skathi and Njord were standing along with him with presents to be handed over to the Q-Minions and the Queen.
By Nilanjana Dey
Diana and Apollo packed all their designs and walked up to the table. They then neatly arranged the packets. Apollo noticed that Diana had pulled out the packet titled, The Outcasts. She placed it on the table as Apollo looked around to check on Loki. He had already left the room.
By Nilanjana Dey
Diana and Apollo were waiting eagerly at ‘The Den’ for the brief. Apollo noticed Loki’s strand-connection. The strands did look like limbs of white ants. Diana kept tapping her feet on the ground and spared occasional glances at the door expecting Loki.
By Nilanjana Dey
Diana and Apollo looked around the dusky lanes as they tried to figure their way in. The entry had four doors and all looked the same. They were wondering which route to take.
By Nilanjana Dey
The city of white ants, Sopora, just woke up to a new technology. The new communication team – ringers – was all over the city, trying to attach strands and fit receivers that would connect each and every part of the city. And also other white-ant colonies. This way they would be able to network with one another much better.
By Lopa Banerjee
Her thoughts glided between her life, then and now. Life had threatened her with its clarion call, which she tried her best to dismiss with her arrogance, her vitality, her quest to live. Her mother’s death had pushed her, vehemently and mercilessly, to a bottomless pit from which she pulled herself out slowly.
By Anna P. Monaghan
Pickard glowed in private memory of his kindnesses, but he desired greatly for a new language of love. This was not just kindness, he thought – this was a man’s right to feel! To feel and express his feeling! Would his snobbish relatives ever understand? How would they react if they knew François was in his will? A man has the right to pass on his legacy – it is his right! And François was safe.
By Bhaswati Ghosh
Given the ongoing nature of personal histories forged by the Partition of India, re-storying seems not only a worthwhile but even a necessary exercise, if one is to make sense of the histories that stitch the lacerated subconscious of the populace scattered over India, Pakistan, and Bangladesh.
Cafe Dissensus Everyday 