My Covid Journey: A Chronology of Waiting
By Sritama Bhattacharya 29th October, Midnight I put my hand on her temple. It was burning. I tried drawing her
Read moreBy Sritama Bhattacharya 29th October, Midnight I put my hand on her temple. It was burning. I tried drawing her
Read moreBy Priyabrata Chowdhury It all started with my wife feeling my temple on June 14 evening and finding it unusually
Read moreAnanya Ray Their blistered feet do not sing songs of homecoming,Weathered by the sun, emaciatedThese half-humans, speak in strange tongues,Syllables
Read moreBy Jaydeep Saha When the company I was working for put a “tick” mark on the names of many like
Read moreBy Nirajana Chakraborty I. The Art of Now The giraffe in my neck cranes,peering, pushing, looking out at the rains,not
Read moreBy Pallavi Das A tenth-century devotee of Shiva, Devara Dasimayya, wrote: ‘If they see breasts and long hair comingThey call
Read moreBy Suvajit Roy Sunday evenings can get very quiet in the hospital, especially on the fifth floor. They call the
Read moreBy Soham Mukherjee So you want to protest. But, if you’re anything like me, you don’t really want to go out
Read moreBy Cozymandias 1. Green Zone: Lockdown, Day 3 At 4 PM in the afternoon, Mr. A leaves his home on
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