Literature

Bou’s saree is pure magic. Have you not seen this magic? From a box emerge a kaleidoscope of butterflies, kites with tails, balloons, fingers cut fresh from the palm, shards...

The commotion on the main arterial road that cuts the town of Baripada in two made us boys suspend our game in the empty patch of grassy field below. An...

Will you miss me when I am gone? The soft curve of my wrinkled cheek, My fragrance at dawn? Will you recall all the moments Of our family, Travel, laughter...

Time: The Taliban have taken over power in Afghanistan. Upstairs in heaven, God is confused over the strict and often violent means espoused by the outfit to reach Him. Scene:...

Bhubaneswar: Dedicated to renowned author and philosopher Manoj Das, the current issue of popular children’s Odia magazine ‘Sishulekha’, produced by the state government, has drawn flak from several quarters. Regular...

Master Shakespeare said one was liable for one’s actions, not thoughts. What about intents, you might ask? For don’t they resemble actions in being fixated on a target? But the...

Its cloudy Maybe the rains will come. Time stands still as I recall the furrows upon your forehead. Suddenly you smile - and the wind whistles through pine trees, as...

On a pleasant October morning in 1996 Subrat alighted from a bus on to the famous cobblestones of Oxford’s Gloucester Green bus station.  He had come for a three-month stint...

Resting on your skin, Mellowed, burnished and glossy Crafted in fainted blue,  A tattoo in Spanish Mariana Mario.   Weary eyes and doleful gaze,  A trace of a smile on...

I had the privilege of taking a peek at the eight stories that comprise 'The Memorable Bus Journey', before it went to the press. I was captivated by the freshness...