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...
1 A Full -Moon Night Often a summer full-moon night has no story to tell of no match to strike in a gas-filled room or no villagers lined-up to be shot by militants, resembling a ridge of palms against an unreal sky...
We have learned to live with the virus, to wear masks, to keep travel to a minimum. We have also learned to hope again. So here is On the Road (Again). We must catch up, survey the day’s lot and last night’s...
The rabbit, dead, watches the sky. It tucks its ears behind its legs. It’s fur tufts like a rocky edge. It is watching, wide eyed after the rain. Soon the father will come and dig a hole where the dead shrub left the...
As the lockdown set in, work went into the online mode. That was when I, like many others, began to learn about various platforms to use that have since become common. My students and I started looking for ones that...
Book: Purple Hibiscus Author: Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie My Thoughts: With no loads of twists and turns but with the most honest and brutal way of writing, the story of this teenager gives an insight of how her father...
Telugu: Tummala Ramakrishna Prof. Tummala Ramakrishna, short story writer and critic, has over ten publications to his credit. He portrays the anguish and isolation of the backward castes in his work. Having taught and...
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Indran Amirthanayagam
Deepra Dandekar
Abu Siddik
Nabanita Sengupta
Murali Cartoonist
Naina Dey
Syamala Kallury
Medha Sreeya
Jayanta Mahapatra
Chris George
Nishi Pulugurtha
Swapna Peri
Alladi Uma/M.Sridhar