A pressed flower

Pressed between pages Of a heavy book, a rose-– Neither flourishes nor wilts.

6m ago

How to write a love song

500 years ago, Edmund Spenser wrote a poem to celebrate a wedding taking place beside the River Thames. Each stanza ends with the refrain: “Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song”.

6m ago

Small dreams

On the heart of a place where heather blossoms, Dreams of scattered bodies and burnt heath Against the walls where children live

6m ago

A night at Hotel Kaalipara

An uncomfortable stillness emanated in the air around Rajpath road. I stood there with my suitcase in my hand, the hair on the back of my neck standing on edge. Glancing left then right, I crossed the road and entered the premises of Hotel Kaalipara.

6m ago

Saints of gold

It was another early sunset on a rainy day in Dhaka. Alamin was walking with a polythene bag of groceries back to his small, rented apartment.

6m ago

Small-town Blues

Spacious, shiny, new roads are built in my city to rent them for raw-markets

7m ago

The Divine Feminine

I look in the mirror, and the tides start turning,

7m ago

My London: An Immigrant Story

You Are a Rickshawallah

7m ago

200 years of selected Bangalee literature up for grab

Bishwa Sahitya Kendra completes the mammoth task of compiling and publishing the 74,000-page compilation

7m ago

Thoughts of an immigrant

She stands in front of the canvas and stares.

7m ago
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