More: Literature
The glory years: Aspects of the poet Emily Dickinson/ Stranger danger
Emily Dickinson enters the kitchen at the homestead in a happy mood. She hums under her breath, and lights the candles for the evening....
Signs of loneliness: The childhood of a poet
I am just burnt out from life, I guess. If I could smoke my life away, believe me I would. If I could drink...
Winter Revisited
The argument was about nothing really. I really cannot remember who started it first. It was between a girl, barely out of adolescence and...
Twelve Monkeys
I’ve made mistakes. More than a few. I haven’t always apologised for my behaviour, for the mistakes I made, the wrong journey I took,...
Tongue of grief
Sleep. I don’t sleep anymore at night. I don’t sleep very well, or, not at all. You only see what you want to see....
Migration is a mirror held up to all nations: Insights from migrant writers
Authors:Ash Narain Roy and Aishwarya Parihar*
Great Indian poet and first Asian recipient of the Nobel Prize in literature Rabindranath Tagore’s words are highly instructive...
Childhood and Magda
I haven’t got time for the pain. When I’m through with you, I will still hope.There’s an ocean meeting invincible ocean pouring into eyes,you...
The woman who ate everything
I have no children of my own. In reality, I exist. In non-reality, I am non-existent. I am more demon, than angel now that...
The Seagull
The life I have lived is more the climate of Hollywood than the establishment of New York. More Zelda Fitzgerald than Rebecca Miller. People...
The relationship between mother and gifted child
Vertigo inside of me. Burnt oats. Mother burnt the oats again. The bottom of the pot burnt. The oats tasted like ash, smelled like...