She drifted between agony and dream, her lost voice echoing through iridescent waters as love blurred into myth.
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.
