Tagged: Literature


[Story] August | Daya Bhat

Crimson horse faces and rabbit ears were floating in the rare August sky and I wondered why it wasn’t raining cats and dogs instead, at least, as a saving grace, there had to be traces of grey. As I watched,...


[Poem] Silence

Silence is poetry written by air on the mind – Breathing sense to the soul; To accord oranges in an oculus, And grant vision to the blind. Eternal rumblings of the soothsayer – Saying you should capture the seconds; The...

My Son will be an Engineer

[Story] My Son will be an Engineer

“So you could not get into Civil or Mechanical branches?” the man asked. I stared at the man for a long moment, barely able to control my temper. This was getting too much for me. Why on Earth would I...

A Day and a Dream

[Story] A Day and a Dream

They speak of reality and they speak of dreams. Then they speak of a journey from dream to reality. They also then tell us, the experience of that journey is what counts – I beg to disagree. Of course I...

Mrs. Mehta's Son Gattu

[Story] Mrs. Mehta’s Son Gattu

Son – Dad, How do you define what’s right and what isn’t? Father – Anything that harms the collective good of living beings is not right. Son – What if the collective good of a few clashes with the collective...

Wonderful Kite-Show

[Poem] Wonderful Kite-Show

It’s to be believed or not But a human body is to be flown Like a kite in the sky Caused by the restlessness of brain And its tumbling down to knee Making head blank and weightless And body light...

Sa Me Sa Me

[Poem] Sa Me Sa Me

It’s a cold morning. Foggy. I don’t know where I am. For reasons unknown, I haven’t worn anything warm. I’m shivering, even more from anticipation. A Wagtail is perched on the branch of a Hibiscus tree.