The Orbit
An engrossing fiction about changing values and relationships, by Sandeep, exclusively for Different Truths. “Aryan, beta hurry up or we will miss the beginning of the movie.” “I am...
The Enigma that is Maa Kali!
Ruchira demystifies the dark goddess, Maa Kali, worshipped on Diwali. An exclusive for Different Truths. For millions of Hindus on the subcontinent and across the globe, Deepavali or Diwali...
A Goddess Speaks
A protest poem, by Shernaz, celebrating Goddess Durga, for Different Truths. glorified as the ‘divine feminine’ I bleed with the honour of the raped incense sticks burn before me...
Osun: The River Goddess of Africa
The Osun-Osogbo Sacred Grove is situated along the Osun River in the city of Osogbo and is a UNESCO world heritage site. Here, a statue of the goddess Osun...
Interface in Sisterhood
An intense, woman-centric, protest poem, by Prof. Sanjoy, exclusively for Different Truths. I am no birdie but an albatross Spanning ocean depths. Those who come Under my wings are...
Women in Stone: Erotic Essence of Indian Art – I
In this paper, Nachiketa attempts to hold an overview of the expression of women in sculpture (poetry in stone) up to the precolonial period from ancient India. Here is...
The Festive Face of Kolkata – I
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] It was amazing to see how the festive diaspora opened a wider canvas of different arts, colours and art movements in Kolkata, says Tapati, recollecting the Durga Puja...
The ‘Un-Sacred’ Soil
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] Tariq tells us of a prostitute, who though polluted, makes the soil sacred for the making of idols, in this poem, for Different Truths. [/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]Though ostracised as...
Mona Lisa
Dr. Tejaswani described the pleasure of motherhood in this poem for Different Truths. Every woman feels A secret joy When she conceives Life within her. It’s growing two ways...
Caught amidst Fierce Rain in Chail
With lightning flashes and thunder in the background taking shelter under the trees didn’t seem advisable. Anyway, we were reluctant to leave the track and enter the dark woods....