It’s eight past seven,And I am home,Stitching my museOn a crimson chinar leafI have recently rescuedFrom......

I can only see dark facesreturning homes from the mines. There is fear in their eyes,in......

Ali says we’ll die like thisour arms holding one anotherhis eyes openlike small complaints Ali likes......

Editor’s Comment. A novel rooted in our not-so-distant past, that captures the vulnerabilities of youth and......

Suket had begun his talk with the oppression of the Hindus in the Valley. The progressive......

During her two-year stay in Croatia Garima Srivastava tried to record in her diary...

Partition novels in Hindi, for obvious reasons, have mostly focussed on the Punjab-Lahore-Delhi and the North-West......

bird song ~a dash of hope inmy empty heart first rain,trembling green…new love blossoms beyond the......

What I’ll miss most about home as I leave Kolkata this spring: A pair...

Describing a woman’s beauty, a youth in Dhaka’s crowded and curious old quarter had exclaimed, ‘Chander alo......