Humour in literature is often relegated to the margins, treated as an embellishment rather than a......

Regenerationby Amit Majmudar When he pounded his pillow out of frustration instead of his wife out......

One As the night thickened, Raghu and his companion arrived at the ghat cautiously as was......

Virginia Woolf’s use of the metaphor, “Angel in the House” was a contemporary response to the......

I don’t like red, the mushy insides of a watermelon, Palash, Modar, thread-work on a Gamusa......

The well-groomed student Formal yellow jacket, white shirt black pants bow tie Starched white napkin over......

Gauri departs To Himavan’s Cloud realm Father’s heir In name & courage Menai now bereft of......

Silent with beings we’re meant to follow, on occasion asking a question, looking up and about......

Long drawn shadows are also children of the sun. Cast far away on a landscape faintly......

How do you kiss mouths where Words are festering deprivation? Because word upon word upon word......