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April 2017

  • भारत की हत्या

  • by Kallol Mukherjee

  • “कभी कभी लगता है… लगता है कि वो है ही नहीं।” “देखो उसके घर देर है अंधेर नहीं।” “हुह!!” एक महीने पहले बापू “हुह!!” को अपना आखरी शब्द बनाकर दिल्ली रवाना हुए थे। उनके इस “हुह!!” में निराशा छिपी हुई थी या नाराज़गी मेरी समझ से बाहर है। उस दिन अचानक गुस्से में घर आये, खाट के नीचे से संदूक निकाला, एक बैग में दो चार कपड़े डाले और कह

  • April 24, 2017

  • Am I a slut?

  • by Suyash Sahu

  • “Am I a slut?” I often ask myself. When my friends used to narrate the incidents of their month’s old relationships, I used to judge them. “How can they have one lover for so long?” I would think and pass a gentle smile. I had always wanted to explore and so I did. Why be satisfied with a single relationship when you can indulge in many? Is it wrong that

  • April 23, 2017

  • An open letter to my four-year-old...

  • by Suyash Sahu

  • Dear kiddo,   I have never been good with words but you have forced me to write this. I am in a park, watching you play with a football, all by yourself. And let me tell you something, “You are not very good at it.” But then again, you are just a four-year-old kid. You are not supposed to be good. You are supposed to be happy, and that, you

  • April 23, 2017

  • Stand up

  • by Abhijit Chakraborty

  • Sitting on the last bench, he had just cracked a brand new joke that made the kids around him laugh, when his class teacher, noticing the noise, decided to act.   Realising that the teacher was walking towards him, he turned pale.   “Stand up!” she ordered sternly.   “S… sorry ma’am,” he stammered.   “Will you ever crack jokes in class again?” she glowered.   “N… no ma’am. Promise,”

  • April 21, 2017

  • Me

  • by Ananya Dasgupta

  • I am not a very focused person, nor self-assured. My thoughts, my imagination tends to run away every day, at every point. I can never urge my mind to believe that I am good at something, even if everyone says that I am. My willpower is very low, and I give up at the slightest of failures, the littlest of rejections. No matter how tough I pretend to be, I’m

  • April 20, 2017

  • Letter to my love

  • by Suyash Sahu

  • Dear Love,   I know you don’t like it when I talk about my ex. But I am going to do it anyway. And I know that you will forgive me because your love for me trumps everything else in this world. When I was dumped by him, he cited that ours was not a ‘healthy’ relationship. But the truth was that he had fallen for that slim and hot

  • April 18, 2017

  • An ode to women’s bodies

  • by Pramitha Nair

  • We are the creators, the nurturers, and the destroyers. We are uncontainable, untamable, and unbreakable. We are the beautiful, the ugly, the gracious, the ferocious, and everything in between and beyond. We put the ‘super’ in Superwoman and the ‘wonder’ in Wonder Woman. The anatomy of a woman was designed to bear. Bear life. Bear love. Bear beauty. Bear pain. Bear injustice. Bear the weight of the world. Our hearts

  • April 17, 2017

  • Don’t call yourself...

  • by Lohitha Nadella

  • Let me get this straight. Don’t call yourself an artist. Because the day you start calling yourself one, you’ll become like me. Selfish, egocentric and intimidating.   1. You won’t care about that friend of yours when you ask her what it felt like when they were on a ‘break’. You don’t give two damns about her unstable relationship. All you want is “inspiration” every time you feel like your

  • April 17, 2017

  • Broken Wings

  • by Guest Writer

  • They told me That depression hits you In the dark hours of night During the ticking of clock, And hooting of owls; But it hits me When I’m smiling ear to ear, Reminding me, That happiness ain’t for me. I remember The first accident that I had, When my heart stopped pumping blood in my veins; My throat got choked, And it was getting harder for me to breathe. Oh,

  • April 17, 2017
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