Two Poems by renowned 19th century American poet -- Emily Dickinson.
Supriya writes about her time growing in North Calcutta in a business Marwari family, with all its quiddities and typical cadences, but her experience is
The way I see myself today is different from what I saw when I was younger. Experiences and challenges have allowed me to grow immensely
I felt so cold that I had to wear four or five layers of thick clothing whenever I went out. My hands got cold the
The best thing to do during winters is to get into my teepee tent, cuddle up and read a book.
This is a painting of a ginormous cat with a hairdresser by his side trying to groom him. I enjoyed drawing the cat as a
Two women of Santiniketan, a university which is more green than grey, and is as close to soil as the sky. They chatted, quietly. Here,
The city seeps into my poems unnoticeably. I have written poems on Park Street, Gariahat, Southern Avenue and even Baguiati. So many poets I know
I agree with you that science and literature have sometimes done a great deal of harm. Tasso's [2] enemies made his life a long series
The definition and characteristics of what has been described as ‘Bollywood’ have mutated over the years in terms of the changing industrial practices, digital mediation
Within thirty minutes, our boat had made a sharp turn and reached the edge of the memorial. We stepped out and walked up the ramp
We spread out our picnic mats on the grass and brought out our picnic baskets. The children around us were either playing badminton or simply
We thoroughly enjoyed the picnic outing but everyone was tired and hungry and needed food to get energy.
I enjoyed making the tonal variations using just ready paint to create this image. The tide is coming in.
Natasha lives with her parents in a sprawling house, a family edifice which is in a sorry state of disrepair owing to the lack of
The white boat was twenty feet long, white seats went across and the top was covered. It gently rocked from side to side, one by
