Drowning under Waste
Hong Kong faces a huge waste disposal problem. Hidden under many of its beautiful parks, golf courses and sports grounds are millions of tons of garbage. Only three of...
Three Reasons you Should Resort to Pure Clay Cookware Sets
Ritambhara tells us three benefits of using clay cookware sets instead of all sorts of cookware that are made up of metals and Teflon coatings on them to the...
No Love for Mother Earth Weeping for Development
Dr Molly’s poem depicts Earth’s degradation due to human greed. It calls for balance, exclusively for Different Truths. Mother Earth weepstaxied by man’s ruthlessintervention making it a graveyard of...
Quintessentially Beautiful Chaukori: A Jewel in Uttarakhand
m. The panoramic view of the mountains and valley and the sunset gave the feeling as if paradise has come alive on earth. There were some locals whom we befriended on our...
Embracing Life, Love, and Earth: The Vibrant Basant Panchami
Monika’s poem evokes Saraswati’s melodies and Basant Panchami, creating a spring symphony, celebrating learning in the Special Feature, exclusively for Different Truths. Basant arrives like a canvas of yellow,...
Ganges Satori / Oarsman
Bruce celebrates the beauty of Ganges, in Benares (Varanasi), in his two poems here. In the first poem, he is speechless by the magnificence of the river as mother. In...
The Spirit of India
A patriotic poem by Manthena Damodara, in Different Truths. India is not, in essence, a piece of earthIt represents a sea of marvellous mirth Tradition has its reputedly robust roots Facilitating...
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...
Where is the Edge?
Here’s an evocative, soul-searching poem by Monika, in Different Truths. A strenuous path, the future seems. Even if we tread, it would be like aVoyage to nowhere, deprived of...
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...