There are People
Duska’s intense and evocative poem of many people around us. There are people you don’t have to talk to understand them. You don’t have to see them regularly send...
The Falling Apple
In this surreal piece – a prose-poem – Urooj takes us into a different wonderland. A dark blue morning was kissing the skies of Kensington… tiny stars disappearing in...
Shuffling Memories
In this poignant poem, Mamta delves into her ‘sepia memories’. As dusk settles Memories begin to scrape my mind Like negatives of snapshots Sometimes sharp Sometimes fuzzy and undefined...
Goa: The Land of Sun, Sand and Feni
Feni of Goa is known worldwide. Nimisha tells us the story of the liqueur and takes us along its journey. Here’s an interesting report. The silver sands, the sunny coconut...