As Ananya basked in praise, Meera clutched the memory of Ajji’s tale, aching with a hurt she couldn’t reveal.
Amid ruins of war, a mother and soldier confront loss, finding hope in a child’s crayon-marked declaration: “This our home.”
A Nepali boy in Japan navigates hidden identity and uncertain future, capturing a quiet diaspora of migration and resilience.
Aunt Veda’s silver saree shimmered as she danced, whiskey in hand, while I hid behind my book, quietly watching. Writes Ishani Chowdhury...
This city has become an inferno. Name a place where we are safe. Can you?
What is hope amidst struggle? Marzia’s story looks at this bartering of hope in a big city.
Perhaps only a God-man could explicate who this land belonged to.
A city like Hyderabad was not as small as our hamlet. Within the city and its outskirts, many things happened to which we were strangers.
A renowned architect, inspired by their vision, volunteered to design a pilot eco-friendly housing complex. Green Earth’s name became synonymous with environmental change in Kolkata.
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
Now I see that he was blind with his love for me and depended on me to sustain him in his loneliness.
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
It is said, 80-90% Americans drive over 50 miles to be with their families on Thanksgiving. Sometimes they drive for 20 hours after work on
Reading to one’s child can be a special bonding activity. It establishes a healthy routine of rest after a hectic day of work and play.
The November day was drawing to a close. The shadows were deepening in the pine forest that lay on one side of the sandy road.
