Have a Heart
‘Have a heart.’ People say figuratively to the heartless but what of the mite who literally did not have a heart to speak of, or rather one too small to...
The Making of my Mother
Nanditaa recalls her time with her mother. She perhaps realised the meaning of motherhood when she became one. An inward-looking, reflective piece, as Special Feature, exclusively for Different Truths....
Crime against Women in India: The Black Dot of Shame
Our society is ruled by two “M’s” – Males and Money. Genders were never equal and I doubt that they ever will be in this country. Ours is a social...
Tales from Srimad Bhagavatam: Sage Narada visits Kamsa – LXX
Nilanjana recounts the tale of Sage Narada visiting Kamsa, in the weekly column, exclusively for Different Truths. Sukha smiled, “Now, Sage Narada decided to visit Kamsa again.” Parikshit was...
Grief
Bibi Amrit, fondly called Biji, doubled her thunderous output on realising that she had an opportunity to overpower Nasib, to show the train of mourners that a mother’s grief...
Doctors: The Hands That Heal are not the Ones That Kill!
A news is different from perceptions/rumour that is served as news by vested interest groups. Dr. Amrinder clears the fog about the five-month fetuses that were given by a...
Durga and her Entourage in a Jawed Habib Salon: Reverence, Irreverence, Trolls, Erotica and the Liberal Hindu Mind
There’s public outrage on the social media about the newspaper advertisement of Goddess Durga’s family dolling themselves in a Jawed Habib salon. The celebrity hairstylist is being trolled on...
Ottawa, a City Named after the Riverine Trade – III
Ottawa is on the south bank of Ottawa River and so its name. “Odawa,” in Algonquin means “to trade”. In 1800, a New Englander named Philemon Wright, along with...
A Letter to You
Here’s a poem about love and identity, by Poornima, in Different Truths. Our dear unborn I wish we could breathe a breath somewhere To string together the violet stems...
The Revenge of Tashi
A bold and intense prose poem by Deeya, in Different Truths. Tashi breathes the mud of magic. The cold windy day translucently blows and his bones rattle against a tepid...