Wish of a Child
A poem on child labour by Harsh, in Different Truths. This socially responsive poem effectively displays sordid plight of a child working in the mines. It represents the feelings...
A Child Lost in his Special World
The pain and agony of a mother of of a child with autism, crushed by the pressures of her life, takes a grim toll. Tapati recounts a heart-wrenching account,...
Calcutta Cameo: Of Fetidness and Joy!
Humourist Soumya presents two snapshots of Calcutta as he saw it, in the weekly column, exclusively for Different Truths. During a recent visit to my hometown – the city...
A Spotlight on Life, Death, and the Beyond
Sangeeta’s poem explores identity, memory, and the afterlife, addressing the fleeting nature of existence, exclusively for Different Truths. A face, I remember. A movement, I remember. Gone in the...
Overcoming Three Kleshas or Way of Life through Yoga
Yoga is another word for equanimity, poise, and harmony. Our Associate Editor, Navodita, a Yoga expert, tells us how to face the three Kleshas (way of life), exclusively in...
Makar Sankranti: A Pan-Indian Solar Festival Celebrating Bounty
Makar Sankranti is an important pan-Indian solar festival, known by different names. It is known as Pongal in Tamil Nadu, Pedda Panduga in Andhra Pradesh, Bihu in Assam, Magha...
Gift Box
Here’s an inward looking, woman-centric poem from Sushmita. An evocative poem for Different Truths. Even though,I am no one,Or nothing,To you,Strangely,I became,Your gift box,That keeps,Giving. You marvel,At my giving,And at...
Journeys Lost
Here’s a story by Sumita, about a journey, exclusively in Different Truths. Dr. Sen’s house was in a state of excitement. His niece was bringing their grandnephews to meet...
Claustrophobia
An intense and poignant prose poem by Deeya, in Different Truths. Pinned against a wall a moth flutters desperately. It isn’t his wall. I can wall up my desperateness...
Fleeting Time!
A poem about death, by Durgesh, that sees life in harsh reality, for Different Truths. Fleeting timedigs graveso deep. From the spade of pendulumwhich does soundlike tick-tock. Sometimes we...