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

How (not) to describe your new novel

Tell them first where it’s set Not in the big city, so you know, it’d be easy to get. But somewhere in the heart of the country With a name hard to pronounce, but maybe possible with another try. Tell them it’s a love...

Poetry helps keep us caring: Naomi

In a world torn with violence and wars, you speak of tenderness and kindness. I would like to know about the relationship between you as a person/poet and this contradiction of our everyday. Our ways of behavior and...

Naomi Shihab Nye’s Three Poems

Getting Older How to love these numbers. Not to feel them as bricks, stacking heavily toward a tipping point, but curved dancers, bending and reaching, leaning forward into memory that holds you everywhere now...

Poetry won’t pay your bills

I received the questionnaire that will be used as an interview for the ‘Israel Hayom’ newspaper in exactly my favorite font, this should not be treated rhetorically it’s not a minor detail to give me a pleasant welcome...