With Quiet Violence by David Whitman
Melissa had already begun to melt. A pool of water ran from her tiny feet onto the wooden floor....
Melissa had already begun to melt. A pool of water ran from her tiny feet onto the wooden floor....
It was a long way from there to here. Sometimes she wondered if this place was real or if...
Celebrated Scottish poet Tessa Ransford emailed me about Japanese poet Bun Hasijume – ‘Poet Bun Hasijume had a narrow...
I came to know about ‘comfort women’ after going through an article that was published in Ananda Bazaar Patrika...
“I want to be a woman, not a painter” Lilli Elbe firmly declared it after the passage of six...
‘I was quite sure that you would never come back’- as she speaks to me, she ensures that her...
I was five and he was six We rode on horses made of sticks He was black and I...
I splash water on my face. A stinging pain sears through. My eyes are bloodshot red. My face is...
That midnight back in 1996 after Kanu Nwankwo made his long legs a National Treasure and people poured into...
The story “The Cure at Troy” is based on the myth of Philoctetes by Sophocles. Philoctetes was a great...