The Boy Who Conquered
[ A story by Amrita Brahmo ] Long ago, and far away, there was a land blessed with a strange and magical power. No one quite knew how...
[ A story by Amrita Brahmo ] Long ago, and far away, there was a land blessed with a strange and magical power. No one quite knew how...
Life, birth, death are the constituent questions of philosophy. The complexity of these subjects is overwhelming and hence the explan...
'Women empowerment' and 'Open Letters' are probably two of the most abused phrases around us. Every one talks about the...
This is published in association with A Voice for the Everyman by Q ‘I give you - a free and prosperous nation’ Screamed the ...
जाने कहाँ चला आया सिरहाने हूँ सन्नाटे के कल तो खेला गाया चोगा पहने, चौबारे में माँ ने रोट पकाया था मैने पेट भर खाया थ...
I'll write a song for them A song about you. And the passage to 'Us' Like the interstice between The dreams and ...
अकेली रात काली क्यों होती है? अँधेरे में इतना कालापन किसने डाला ? सजा मिलने पे चमड़ी काली क्यों हो जाती है ? ...
By the tracks with the violet blooms By a brook with the scattered moon In the groves of those misty pines We’ll swing from...
Poems are our honesty that we can sing. Poetry, or for that case all forms of creation, are one of the ways, human meets the su...
Gennady Tkachenko-Papizh calls himself an actor, sound imitator, singer and a comedian. But for us he is a singularity, a point w...
STOP ACID ATTACKS!! इसका भी मुख ढका है उनका भी मुख ढका था ये लोगो से छुप रही है वो लोगो में छुप रहीं थी इसे कल जो चाहत...
सुबह जागी, हड़बड़ाती, हर रोज की तरह जाने की जल्दी बस पकड़ने की जल्दी अधूरी नींद का शोर सपनो को पूरा करने की होड़. हर रोज सा दिन था न नया,...
I want to run away, (she said) From the idea of 'we' From everything From you and me... This existence ...
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