Lost Love
Does it exist somewhere? Far ahead in the horizon? Does it exist anywhere? Far ahead of my vision? Was it…
Does it exist somewhere? Far ahead in the horizon? Does it exist anywhere? Far ahead of my vision? Was it…
It is not everyday people like Bhupen Hazarika is born – 85 years of meaningful existence has and continue to…
Text – by Manu Sasidharan Photographs- Pramathesh borkotoky Life is a kaleidoscope of sweet and sour frames, which we coin…
I used to have a sense of humour. That was a long time ago. Let’s say ten years ago. I…
After the attempt to address issues of graveness as in professions and careers, we have brought before you an edition,…
He loved trees. He still does. He always will. That exactly is the message he conveys when you come across…
“You will know when you have your kids” .. I still remember this from the countless scoldings my mother showered…
It’s amazing how one word can describe so many things, emotions, feelings, bonding and of course love, itself. One word…
In the end, there are just a handful of people who really know you. Your parents, because they shaped you…
Continued from Part I and Part II. You can read them here Where was Toots? – And the knowledge…
By Kaajal Pradhan Lamba Ingredients: For the filling Lamb/ Beef Mince – 500 gms. Onion …
“I am a relationship dropout. A divorcee,” she had said with a smile, a sort of sad smile. I wanted…
Fried Eye notes- This poem is special to us. Why? Because it was made to order, on our specifications. And…