By Sarah Brennan Bright green fields gave way to dusty roadsides and simple buildings as the car I had hired made its way into the small town of Sargur, India. As we turned off the highway the road narrowed, and the car wove its way through town. The pavement all but disappeared and the road … Continue reading Finding Home in India
Choices
By Jacob Meadows In life, one must make innumerable choices. These choices vary in importance, some being as trivial as deciding if one should take the direct route home from the mosque, or embark upon the route which follows the river for a mile before returning to the main road. Other choices hold such weight … Continue reading Choices
The Alter Ego
By Medha Godbole Singh She was standing at a crossing on the road, waiting to get to the other side. She was lightly tapping her feet, impatient. It was getting late for her on her first day at work as a Public Relations assistant. That was not her plan. The girl looked at her watch … Continue reading The Alter Ego
Will of a marginal writer
By Sunil Sharma When I die, erase all the memories as I do not wish to linger on in few digital pictures stored in a Smartphone moments, moods, posed smiles of no immediate or historical worth, social value or public relevance to family or friend or foes; I wish to be forgotten and obliterated … Continue reading Will of a marginal writer
Poem Sun
By Guna Moran Translated from the Assamese by Bibekananda Choudhury I cry inconsolably after reading a poem I can’t stop myself from crying out After penning a poem The poems that I read Under such pencil of light It is a boon of a star That expired a hundred years ago A hundred years … Continue reading Poem Sun
“The Man in White”
By Chinu James You painted my heart in Red Yet, I always see you in white Every time you cover my eyes in tears I close them and visit your smile I tried to run from you Yet, everywhere I went l found you I could never touch you Yet l felt I owned you … Continue reading “The Man in White”
“Empire”
By Sanjeev Sethi (1) My excitations impatient for expression, in your mussitations find meaning. The peripheral always gets me, yet I allow it to attenuate me with its sensations. (2) You unlock the gates where your inmost gadflies exhibit outcomes of Dutch courage. In our little parliament there is no slot for Dorothy Dixer. … Continue reading “Empire”
A rose and waste picker
By Sunil Sharma A rose blooms on a dump in Delhi It sways in the morning wind the way drunk girls sway and swear on the predatory Indian streets and restricted cultural zones to express happiness and freedom from stifling familial and patriarchal constraints In Mumbai and other metros on long Saturday nights. The morning light plays on the petals and … Continue reading A rose and waste picker
Succour, natural
By Sunil Sharma A rose or two, on a dump, sway in the Mumbai wind the light plays on the blood-red hues ---an aberration by nature, or so it seems--- to some cynics. The tender flowers can turn that smelly stretch into a colourful spot of brown earth. The solid waste generated by the urban folks running into … Continue reading Succour, natural
Just Two People
By Hemi Gordy It all began with a soda can. I stared at it, perplexed by the unfamiliar contraption. Turning to the stranger sitting next to me at the lunch table, I asked, “Can you open this for me, please?” I still remember the charmingly vacant expression in his blue eyes when he tore his … Continue reading Just Two People
Academy of the Heart And Mind 