• Lands We Don’t Return To | Joseph Antony Protus

    Lands We Don’t Return To | Joseph Antony Protus

    With mist and darkness stagnant through the roads, dawn sought refuge on generous leaves and roofs atop the houses. People pacing to work never noticed the man lying on the grassy side of the road. Wounds on…

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  • Mist in the hills | Sarpreet Kaur

    Mist in the hills | Sarpreet Kaur

    There are two constants in my life right now; a throbbing pain in my joints that cracks, clips, clops and makes many other quaint noises and the second one is my housekeeper; Sangeeta who chatters, cribs, whispers and shrieks to fill the other half of my life. I also have a daughter who is married…

    by: Sarpreet Kaur 

  • A Case on the Moon | Uday Agarwal

    A Case on the Moon | Uday Agarwal

    Part I – Moonstruck Poet’s Guild receives a summon. The moon is embarrassed. The moon is embarrassed seeing the eyes of my beloved. The eyes possessing such innocence that they could melt the heart of the most ardent followers and at times so intense that they could awaken the souls that have lost hope. When…

    by: Uday Agarwal 

  • How to Get By in Life with a Pair of Boots | José da Silva Coelho

    How to Get By in Life with a Pair of Boots | José da Silva Coelho

    One day last month I went to the Lyceum to recommend a pupil to the staff and saw little Noronha wearing a boot on one foot and, on the other, a sandal. It reminded me of how, back when I was a student, a classmate of mine, Severino Peche – no idea where the name…

    by: José da Silva Coelho 

  • The Tuner | Yuan Changming

    The Tuner | Yuan Changming

    Facts can be more fascinating than fiction. Ming was acutely aware of that, but sometimes he wondered if he could distinguish one from the other without flights of fancy. On October 2, 2019, during his visit to his mother in Jingzhou, he went out of his way to host a gathering in Songzi, his native…

    by: Changming Yuan 

  • The Holi Strike | Shubhangi

    The Holi Strike | Shubhangi

    (translated from Bhojpuri) Jhagru felt as if his head was going to explode. How will he arrange so much money? Grain was expensive. They were out of bhaang. Not even a grain of rice in the house. Nobody had a decent piece of clothing on their bodies as well. ‘The month of Holi is here.…

    by: Shubhangi 

  • Who am I to this world? | Asiya Rahman Puthuppurackal

    Who am I to this world? | Asiya Rahman Puthuppurackal

    What if someone constantly reminded you that your life was always ‘granted’ rather than a result of your hard work? What if it always rang like an alarm in your head that your existence was never independent, but the ‘gift’ of people whose faces frown on seeing you, who want you to mop their floors…

    by: Asiya Rahman Puthuppurackal 

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Poetry

  • To write a poem about womanhood | Subarna Mohanty

    To write a poem about womanhood, you have to become a woman first. And to become one, you have to survive one of the world’s…

  • The Lesson of Leaves | James T. Stemmle

    at a time in my life a late phase of transition to eternal life during which my ambient thoughts are becoming more detached from reality…

  • I Want to Be Chai | Volha Kastsiuk

    Here, next to the stone elephant at Kailasa temple,on the streets of Aurangabad,in the waves of the Arabic Sea,I will always be a brightshameful white…

  • Grown used to it | Ramanujam Parthasarathy

    It was a malformed face with a twisted mouth, made worse by a fixed smirk on it. It was not a genetic disorder, the man…

  • Nightjar | Ananya Dutta Gupta

    I have seen A nightjar now and then, A bird flying at night, Flying past at night, Something like a bird Flying past at night,…

  • Casualty | Ananya Dutta Gupta

    The Toto-wallah Asked for more. He made it sound Like a legitimate demand. Perhaps I was miffed not to hear, “Please, Sir, may I have…

  • The Balcony at Coorg | Ananya Dutta Gupta

    On first glance, The warblers at Ibni Seem the perfect role-models For free birds. They bide amid the bamboo grove, They bicker among the hibiscus,…

  • No Budgerigar | Ananya Dutta Gupta

    I am an uneven bird, Quite contrary. All your cajole Lay heavy, unmoving, Upon my heart, My brooding, Incubating shut-eyed Hen of a heart, That…

  • Swallow | Ananya Dutta Gupta

    They put a swallow in a cage. It fought and fluttered, Squacked and scattered, And generally ran amok. And then they asked, Whatever got into…

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