Category: Art
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I’m longing for You (Vignesh K)
Read more: I’m longing for You (Vignesh K)I long for you, I long only for you, But you don’t care for me. I magnetize every eye Except yours, People’s palms hold me, Many lips wet my cheek, Their joyous bustle reaches my ears. I could feel their happiness, But, I cannot enjoy anything Anything without you. I want you, I’m…
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Two Poems by Malavika
Read more: Two Poems by Malavika(1) All of a sudden her mother started to Smell like an onion She rolled her chapattis Like a de-constructivist scholar Next day her father came to smell Like a tomato He churned the pickles Like a Marxist-reader “Did you get what I was talking about?” “No?” It doesn’t matter This is exactly…
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EYES – A Short Story
Read more: EYES – A Short StoryI reached the Delhi airport at around 5 p.m. I could see people swarming around here and there. I reached the counter and got my boarding pass. My cell phone rang. On the other end was my wife, Viji. “Hello, Viji.” I said. “Yeah, hello…everything okay there? When will you be back? Over here, both…
5–7 minutes
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A MODEST PROPOSAL: How to Turn the Mass of Poor and Malnourished Children into a Valuable Asset to the Family and the Nation (Sofia S)
Read more: A MODEST PROPOSAL: How to Turn the Mass of Poor and Malnourished Children into a Valuable Asset to the Family and the Nation (Sofia S)It is not an exceedingly pleasurable experience that any resident, or a foreign visitor, is forced to witness in the streets of this nation, which is, if not crowded, is populated by young children who swarm around their darling mother in the dilapidated footwalks. In any walk through an Indian street, barring the streets of…
5–7 minutes
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Writing Today (Shweta Venkatesh)
Read more: Writing Today (Shweta Venkatesh)The verb ‘writing’ appears, upon first glance, to be a rather simple one. It denotes the act of taking up a pen or pencil and simply penning down whatever one wishes to. Today, however, writing, in a literary sense, has come to mean both writing and typing. Undoubtedly, it is more convenient to type out…
5–8 minutes
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IN THE BEGINNING (Zara)
Read more: IN THE BEGINNING (Zara)in the beginning there was nothing. darkness. emptiness. out of this void came everything. that ever existed. out of it will come everything that will ever exist. maybe this hole growing inside me will become the beginning of something. -Zara -Illustration by Ashraya Maria
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INSTINCT (Marva)
Read more: INSTINCT (Marva)Last night, a flying-ant perched on my Laptop, probably buzzing back at the Coke Studio playing speakers, beyond the frequencies of my ears. I once put my Maestro debit card on it. She flapped her wings, he tried to crawl out of the weight of the pauper’s card and then I moved the card…
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On Cinnamon and Puddles (pickletrip)
Read more: On Cinnamon and Puddles (pickletrip)After successfully explaining the intricacies surrounding the famed cinnamon roll and getting more than what I asked for (jack fruit rolls, dates rolls, croissants and rolls filled with Arabic spices) I ventured out of the kitchen satisfied with myself. My tryst with cinnamon began when I realized that I had been pronouncing it wrong. I…
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Tales in the Skies (Ashraya Maria)
Read more: Tales in the Skies (Ashraya Maria)I wonder what a Bedouin sees in the sky. Is it hope, despair, or something else? Does the sun look bigger to an ant? Smaller to an elephant? Is the sky filled with colors yet unknown? With sounds yet unheard? Does it rain out of sorrow, or out of joy? Midnight. A man of twilight…
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Tit Burglar (Malavika S Udayan)
Read more: Tit Burglar (Malavika S Udayan)This time, night had already camouflaged with Lakshman’s skin. His body shining like the preserved armour of a lost battle, his eyes safe under the visible dark; it seems as if this night has been waiting for his arrival. He was all equipped, with a britelite torch clasped between his teeth and a white towel…
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