Category: Type 1
Oh! The Sweet Old Days
The author is indebted to Mr. Ahindra Lal Bhuyan for forwarding him that anonymous mail which ignited the spark that…
Let there be Light
” My eyes are failing me My Lord. I see, but I don’t fathom. I feel the presence of things…
Sorrow’s joy
The is a joy found in sorrow Such melancholy emotion How bittersweet its beauty
Looking Back
Today’s Guest : Bibhuti Borkotoky Freelance Writer My son came in a vacation during the Bihu. He looked so busy,…
A Memorable Past
-Bibhuti Borkotoky, Freelance Writer It was during the year 1969, a time when there was no TV and even Radio…
Love’s Labour Lost
As I walked into a quiet, dimly lit Tibetan restaurant in North Delhi’s Majnu ka Tilla area, I found the…
Fashion Fads !
“Fashion”… a vague word with tremendous significance for the stylish folk world over. The trend of following fashion fads, I…
Bhaona: An experience
The Vaishnavite Bhauna tradition of Assam has evolved and adapted since its beginnings during the fifteenth century. One of the…
The Rains Come From Behind the Curtain
Author of the poetry collection We Called the River Red: Poetry from a Violent Homeland, Uddipana Goswami is also a…
Through the Lens: Nikon D5000
This time, I had the best new year so far. Fried Eye was started and I got the 12.1 Megapixel…
as the River flows : A Prologue
Independent filmmaker Bidyut Kotoky has his own production house, dhruv creative production. His documentary, Bhraimyoman Theatre—where Othello sails with Titanic,…