I stared at the message. What did she mean by that? Didn’t she recognize me? We had met just a fortnight ago and my WhatsApp
Dawn grew up to be a very independent child. She always believed herself to be her very own person, so naturally, when she reached her
Avik pulled the curtains and picked up his phone from the bed. No new messages. Not even one from the thirteen-odd WhatsApp groups he belongs
As expected, she didn’t lift a finger to remember our names. It seemed that she didn’t want to be bothered by Japanese names which must
Haiku master Japanese poet Kobayashi Issa was born on 15 June 1763 in Kashiwabara, Shinano Province of Japan. I seek serenity in his writings. Writes
Ghost story by Harriet Beecher Stowe, author of Uncle Tom's Cabin on her birth anniversary.
The arts have failed; fewer people are interested in them every generation. The mere business of living, of making money, of amusing oneself, occupies people
Daddy would personally supervise when mashi, the old maid who stayed with us to take care of the household, oiled my thick hair every Sunday
Mr & Mrs McIlrath travelled across the globe on bicycles in the 19th century. World Bicycle Day special feature.
The Assault on Mount Everest 1922 was written after the 1922 expedition, which was man's first attempt to scale the highest peak on earth. A
She rushed towards the kitchen. I set aside formalities and rushed in with her. A burnt odour had filled the entire kitchen. Riya switched off
18 May is celebrated worldwide as International Museum Day. Thomas Hardy's poem celebrates the British Museum.
On 7 July 1912, Rabindranath Tagore met W.B. Yeats in London. The meeting sparked a friendship and collaboration that produced a great many literary classics,
There was a huge lock hanging from the iron- filigreed door. Through the intricate wall she could see the raised platform for the Lord’s seat.
In that sudden light she saw a yellow and black striped Bakraj snake slowly crossing the path. Suddenly, three army trucks broke through the darkness.
The darkness around the bazaar was thickening. Doiboki felt as if something heavy was sitting on her chest. Had she consented to leave the basket
