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Swallow
Poem

Swallow

All my mother’s warnings,forgotten. I bring in a fledgling swallow collapsed under the Sal tree. At once, I build it a home in an aged tukuri, lined w...

By Jahnavi Gogoi3m
India's Very Own Version of Halloween and Día de Muertos Is Fading
Opinion

India's Very Own Version of Halloween and Día de Muertos Is Fading

As a Bengali who grew up in the early 2000s — perhaps the last pre-internet generation — I grew up with ghosts.And October meant huddling with my dadu...

By Aishwarya Roy3m
Beach Finds
Poem

Beach Finds

Slow across the empty shoreThere's more to be thankful forA bad poem’s thrown into the wavesA good one washes backA colleague tosses a rope across the...

By Sneha Bhura4m
The Last Call
Poem

The Last Call

Biking beside a cemeteryin October, I hear the corn stalks rustle in the breeze like a late autumn rain. The stifled sobs of farmers who buried wives ...

By Frank C Modica1m
The Black Sari
Poem

The Black Sari

Teen tal tempo tumbles with bolsrunning off the face of the tabla,Thunder claps curbed in each notethrob my boombox membrane.There is cause now for th...

By Jyotish Gopinathan2m
Quiet Light
Poem

Quiet Light

“Are you sad?” A peculiar question to slip out from the mouth of a child. The question comes like a steady habit, like a small pause in the middle of ...

By Grace Aonok2m
The Diseased Tree
Poem

The Diseased Tree

What grief does to a man, a termite does to a tree- Amjad Islam Amjadit was a green acacia in front of a windownow a powdered stump, a limbed Stonehen...

By Rizwan Akhtar5m
Teacup from the Year I Almost Died
Poem

Teacup from the Year I Almost Died

I. She wakes before the light decides,Alarm splicing the last dreamwhere her mother’s garden still bloomsTrellis and rainwater,Soil pliant as childhoo...

By Paromita Patranobish7m
Single Red Rose
Poem

Single Red Rose

In an alternate reality,I’m brushing my teeth inParis;my coffee black, cooling besidethe pain-au-chocolate freshfrom the boulangerie downstairsthat wa...

By Ujwalla Bhandari8m
Swipe Left for AI-content
Opinion

Swipe Left for AI-content

Art as we 'consume' it has become exactly that - something to consume, something to sample. We no longer devour it. We no longer savour it. We have to...

By Saad Ahmed Shaikh3m
The body as a country without a parliament
Article

The body as a country without a parliament

Andrea Dworkin was a radical feminist and incendiary writer whose works — Woman Hating (1974), Pornography: Men Possessing Women (1981), Intercourse (...

By Banashri7m

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