Grandeur – By George Angel
I have lost my dignity.
Though my wife mourns it daily, is appalled, I say, "Good riddance!"
I sit hunched over and receive the minutes, let...
The Bishop of Battlefields – By Vladimir Lionter
As a chess teacher, I often find myself in front of curious young minds, eager to grasp the symbolism behind the game’s iconic...
Summer At Their Home – By Kunal Mehra
Every summer, starting when I was around eight, my mom, sister, and I would pack our bags, buy train tickets and hop on the...
We Shall Overcome – By Rimli Bhattacharya
I was talking to Manisha on phone when I broke down.
“Nothing makes me happy, Manisha,” I sounded exhausted. A cacophony she has heard before.
Which...
The Newsroom Look – By Rey Armenteros
I wish I could put neckties in the wash. It is pointless to talk about it now. On a whim, that was exactly what...
Charles Kingsley : “Tomfoolery with a Serious Purpose”
By Kenny Chumbley
No one familiar with Victorian literature would rate Charles Kingsley’s books among the very best except, maybe, his children’s fantasy, The Water-Babies.
Charles Kingsley...
Ever More – By George Angel
We are temporary arrangements, assuming some improvised access to autonomy, exploring surrounding chaos, telescoping, with what filters appear to be in reach, at whims...
Your Hands – By Kunal Mehra
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..story about my mother’s hands and all they’ve borne witness to, and how our hands can store memories and be the reservoir of our...
Vanshree – By Swati Moheet Agrawal
Vanshree, Marve Road, Mumbai – 64
An ode to my childhood home,
the house that built me,
the place etched in my heart forever!
I am overwhelmed with...
What is a Poem ? – By Michael Angel Martin
What Is a Poem? Not Sure. But Let Me Count the Ways
One of the best lessons I have learned as a writer of...
