Nanjangud Express

It’s Nanjangud Annu visits raves about as she usually does about old temples the older the monument the more the raving so long as they are well preserved like the famed pickles. I too visited this...

Beyond Gravity

My knowledge of numbers diminished on arrival in England, then the United States. At home in Ceylon I used to bathe in lakhs and crores. No number seemed too grand except for the infinite. But in the West I...

Once a Dilli, always a Dilli!

The Ring Road was certainly spooky at night, illuminated by yellow neon lights, the cold, sandy winds blowing in from the Yamuna against the darkened Red Fort, howling in the night.

Banjara Boys

Under merciless sun at a crowded corner where city streets crisscross four banjara boys beg and brawl. Alien tongue, lively limbs, almost naked, gilded with soot and dust, eyesore to the passers-by, like...

Wish of Fish

Cartoonist Ali Dorani fled Iran at the age of 21 before being trapped in Australia’s controversial Manus Island detention camp for four years. Things changed after his artwork was posted online. This is...

Naina Dey’s Poems

Friend When I saw us down a street of shadows hand in hand I made my own story With you I can make stories by dozens Of lost loves violets and pomegranates and unsung poems With you I can float my paperboat of...

A Story Beyond a Soft Romance!

Fiction writing in Telugu started in the later part of 19th century with Rajasekhara Charitamu by  Kandukuri Veeresalingam, a well-known social reformer of the day. Short-story writing gathered momentum in the...

Medha Sreeya’s Three Poems

Hide and seek I don’t hate the game though, of course, I don’t. I remember exploring new places where no one could find me, Running out of new places to hide. I recollect this weird fear in me of...

English Articles

I will find you one day………

Once a boy I loved for the first time, Too old for a first time, With all the blue of my heart, The boy was art, Beautifully melancholic, Both knew this love was chronic I called his aura golden, Birthing a bond that...

Waterman

Before I picked up an old bowl (Long time back kids had their Play and eat sessions with this Colorful melamine bowl) To fill water and place it On the balcony sill, A small bird dropped dead From the searing summer...

Reading Yagnam and Other Stories

Years ago I happened to be in Visakhpatanam with my father. We had attended a family wedding and were visiting cousins in the city. When Appagaru heard that the Book Fair was on in the city we decided to check it out...

Schools have Deep Memories

My friend, in a small but significant way, had lost her childhood with that one lapse that ruptured her life. It was ironical. To preserve her freedom as a child, she had to become an adult. And once she had lost that...