I am the Poem
A poem is born through its creator, the poet. Here the poem is persistent like a child, till the poet and the poem become one. Here’s a tribute to...
To Urdu, with Love from Allahabad
Urdu has been an integral part of Allahabad’s vernacular heritage. The Ganga-Jamuni tahzeeb (culture) gets its name from the city of two rivers, Ganga and Yamuna, where these confluence...
Children of Hope: Face to Face with Dalai Lama
Eswar reminisces meeting His Holiness the XIV Dalai Lama for the first time. He recalls the deep reverence among the Tibetan people for their religious leader. Read more about...
Of Holi Reminisces and Cool Thandai!
Holi is about fun, frolic, and naughtiness. Sarika reminisces about Holi celebrations, in her Pune hostel and shares the recipe of Thandai, without which Holi is incomplete. Here’s the recipe, in...
How Khushwant Singh deals with the Crisis of Identity in Train to Pakistan?
The present work here aims at finding whether any character or any event in Train to Pakistan directly or indirectly reveals any crisis of communal identity or not. Before Basudeb undertakes this investigation,...
My Journey through Fashion
We’re all storytellers, whether we think of ourselves that way or not. Shameena believes that the clothes have power over our mind! The clothes we wear can capture memories and...
Children of the Past
Raising boys with raging hormones is not an easy task. Tripti found that her growing up son hastily closed his laptop and jumped from the bed. He asked a question...
Healing by Loving the Inner Child
All of us have a suffering inner child. As children, we all have all had times of difficulty as children and many of us have experienced trauma. When we...
A Day of Revelations!
She began by writing emails to those online friends she had not thought of, forget written to, in almost two years. As she hit ‘send’ each time, it seemed like...
Coping with Personal Tragedy: When I Lost a Heartbeat!
How do mothers deal with the loss of a heartbeat (an unborn child)? The agony is unbearable. It wrenches out the heart of the mother. She feels guilty and...