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...
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...
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.
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
Telugu: Gorusu Jagadeeshwara Reddy With the words that came out of Vimala teacher’s mouth, the jangri I was eating felt suddenly bitter. As I felt a shock, I stopped chewing and looked in her direction. “I too...
What is life without that singular pivotal moment that one believes has changed the entire perception with which they look at life? Sometimes I wonder what life would be if you hadn’t gotten that one defining moment...
1 Death of A River there was a river on my valley the name was Teesta or Bipasha or Narmada or Lahwal or Brahmaputra or Yamuna or may be Kumlai which washed the birth – blood of my mother’s womb after...
There are various reasons as to why I read what I do. Most of the time I pick and choose books that I come across, I find out about, and then there are recommendations from friends, a book review somewhere, an essay...
heads tumble off, from time to time/ some old, some young/ the bus conductor calls out/ ‘keep moving, backwards’ These lines from the Bengali poem Jam, by Shankha Ghosh, was a sketch of the political landscape of West...
Why did it hurt so much, Ending it with you? It’s not like I was in love with you Staying with you was more of a routine, a habit. May be there was love once, But eventually, it wore off, didn’t it? We were...
Sridhar M
Indran Amirthanayagam
Deepra Dandekar
Abu Siddik
Nabanita Sengupta
Murali Cartoonist
Naina Dey
Syamala Kallury
Medha Sreeya
Alladi Uma/M.Sridhar
Shriya Prasad
Moumita Alam
Nishi Pulugurtha
Siddhartha Banerjee
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