Nothing good ever happened after 2AM
By Vikalp Joshi in Romance | Reads: 523 | Likes: 1
2:42 AM – I stare at the clock and its hands stretched apart and I can’t help but think of us. It’s been 3 months since I last saw you and I regret what have we done to ourselves. 2:45 AM – I text you and ask if you’re awake and you reply almost instantly. You tell me y  Read More...
Published on Mar 22,2020 06:58 PM
SURVIVE
By PRAVIN SHEKAR in General Literary | Reads: 468 | Likes: 1
SURVIVE   There he was, writing.    He was relatively new to our community, where everyone knows everyone. Almost.   He showed up at the same time every day, including Sundays. On the dot. As if he were working in an office where he has to clock in and out. Courteous and tacitur  Read More...
Published on Mar 25,2020 03:54 PM
Unapologetically resilient
By kavazhimomi in Poetry | Reads: 411 | Likes: 1
Distant eyes upon a homely face;We indulge in violence,yet long for peace.Promises disappears midway;We push far who wish to stay,yet drag close who runs astray.Forlorness remain subtle;we swirl around the phantom castle,and fly alone like an eagle.Innocence abused by life is far gone;We become as h  Read More...
Published on Mar 29,2020 07:33 PM
Should I wait to form an opinion ?
By Kunal Deore in Poetry | Reads: 391 | Likes: 1
Should i wait to form an opinion,  Or should i just jump the gun ?  Should i wait to gather wisdom,  Or just blurt out what the paper feeds me everyday ?  Should i polish my perception,  Or just take sides and run along ?  Should i open my eyes and see, Or just be pr  Read More...
Published on Apr 22,2020 10:49 AM
Poor, poor - Alia!
By Priyan R Naik in Crime | Reads: 386 | Likes: 1
I had traveled with them in the train from Hubli to Bangalore. Both mother and daughter - the daughter very garrulous, the mother taciturn and silent but always responsive to whatever her daughter had to say. Alia, the mother called her, was about 22 years, rather short but very communicative, with   Read More...
Published on Apr 27,2020 07:49 PM
Maxwell and Ummachi
By R Chandrasekar in True Story | Reads: 384 | Likes: 1
Maxwell and Ummachi “Thatha, you are a pencil,” so saying she shrieked gleefully and did a somersault on the sofa. “Pattu, you shouldn’t say such things to big people,” my daughter chided her. Sreya just stared at her mother and rolled her eyes with her face turned upwa  Read More...
Published on Apr 28,2020 08:15 PM
Those were the days!
By Harita in Poetry | Reads: 366 | Likes: 1
No war was fought, no borders sizzled, no armies marched those days, Yet the lives were at stake, falling apart in quite desolation. No blood was shed in those dark hours yet thousand beings got slayed, Alas! A miniscule being had created havoc across every possible region. The soldiers dazzled in   Read More...
Published on Apr 5,2020 04:31 PM
One Fine Morning
By DB Prabhu in General Literary | Reads: 349 | Likes: 1
It was just the second spell of rain this monsoon, and it has lasted from midnight to the wee hours of the morning. The fragrance of rain emanated in the first showers received in less than 24 hours ago was still in the cool morning air. This was his first monsoon, and water drops falling from the s  Read More...
Published on Apr 25,2020 10:31 AM
The never ending wait
By aarthy in Romance | Reads: 347 | Likes: 1
My husband was yelling at joy looking the notification for receiving the images from Nithya, our only daughter. Those images  are of recent shoot of my daughter and son-in-law. I missed to mention that in all the images my daughter had a huge ball like belly.Nithya is 8 months pregnant while we  Read More...
Published on Jun 13,2020 10:12 AM
The Celebration in Food
By Prannoy Kumar in General Literary | Reads: 347 | Likes: 1
Imagine a very special aroma kept in front of you on the table of an open garden restaurant in the middle of the city. Besides a lake buzzing with quintessential noise characterized by gushing waters and chatters of people from various cultures and languages. It seems almost impossible to break the   Read More...
Published on Jun 7,2020 11:22 PM
Love Lost for Life, and U-turn
By Dilip Patel in True Story | Reads: 337 | Likes: 1
Here is a true story from Meghalaya, a North-Eastern state of India.   I met Nipon Hajong, a young civil servant at Panchgani in the year 2013. He was one of the delegates at the training program for civil servants of Meghalaya we were facilitating.   As such we do not get to learn more   Read More...
Published on Apr 14,2020 01:29 PM
Beyond the City Lights
By Unnati Kotecha in Poetry | Reads: 335 | Likes: 1
A red building, ambience lightedInhabited by people, yet fully vacantThe jingling bangles laugh and hauntSmirk miserably, often release a sighTheir ringing have a melancholic tauntDeafs confuse it to be "visit again,bye"The tresspassers there are varied menSome new faces, some people oldFor it is a   Read More...
Published on May 30,2020 07:06 PM
A bicycle in a Kami
By JD Debbarma in True Story | Reads: 325 | Likes: 1
A bicycle in a KamiBy Joyd In those days in Khowai District of Tripura, in one of the remote villages, in Twisa-watolok kami,  folks were innocent, primitive, and humorous. There were humble relationships among the villagers.  Once Gulmohar chacha rented a bi-cycle from Maa  Read More...
Published on Apr 9,2020 08:25 AM
Longing for Spring
By Supriya Sharma in Poetry | Reads: 312 | Likes: 1
When quarantine wasn't the norm, and Mother Earth was in her true form; The winter Sun was glinting through the grey sky, on the au naturel trees whose grace it did amplify. My mind was orchestrating the sweet blossom assuming, passing the vernal equinox would be awesome! The clock shifted, the s  Read More...
Published on Apr 23,2020 03:48 PM
My quest
By Priyanka Hazra in Poetry | Reads: 308 | Likes: 1
My sagacious poesy richocheted the plane of paper, and asked me to make it ⁣⁣⁣fly over the heaven. ⁣⁣⁣ It made me awestruck.⁣⁣⁣ I feared if it will come to know the essence of flying, then I won't be able to ⁣⁣⁣ hold it in the ground.⁣⁣⁣ ⁣⁣⁣ So, I resisted.⁣⁣  Read More...
Published on Apr 1,2020 12:34 PM