My considerate working-class parentsindulged me with chocolates by my bedsideeach Christmas, they said,came from Santa Claus.I......

The repertoire of the iconic Assamese writer, Indira Goswami or Mamoni Baideo, as she is known......

“Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the......

Marriage: The garden of rosesI will not say that academicians are intellectuals, but we see so......

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Our dying fathers, taken inward,no longer embrace us cheek-to-cheek,but become the tongue within our tongue:gifting us......

I’ll still remember the big amber traffic light beaming on like a wristwatch...

Forty-five year oldNajilaMy childhood playmateBeyond Hindu Kush wallsFlames of sun licked summer daysCrouched in the cellarWe......

Joy ignores the tension in the seams of his pants. Peace had darned them so carefully,......

Look It has fallen in my courtyard Chopped down My Neem tree has fallen...