The book under review is named after the title poem 'Woman by the Door', which represents the interior monologue of a diasporic woman who confesses, 'I sit by the door today/ talk to myself/ my voice quivers/ as it reaches into the valley'
This short story first appeared in Telugu about a decade ago in the author’s short story collection bearing the name of this story itself. It depicts the...
The writer delves into the bond between two slightly different worlds.
This story is from the forthcoming book 'Mistress of Phoolpur' from Speaking Tiger.
Begin now the journey until your dying day/Write your own prescription for poetry/Read out loud every poet you’ve ever loved/Eat a feast prepared with you in...
The outrage against Ranveer Singh’s ‘nude’ photographs needs to be located within the wider context of the actor’s quirky sense of fashion and his...
The writer tells us to involve our sensory memories and versions of silence while writing.
The poet, marked as the most important British poet by the academic world, delves and scouts for the surreal stories in his surreal chronotope.
The dewdrop and the insect make the world beautiful, but even if their lives are momentary, they continue to lend their beauty. The dewdrop and the...
The poet spins a surreal drama of a rainy night that will wriggle within the reader for a while.
They suffer from suffering, They stink of hunger and poverty, They don’t even know their chances of surviving, Many go into vices due to this.
The wound seems incurable, perhaps that is better that way for our ever-failing memories. Poet writes, 'That it has taught us failure,/ Loving it as the...
The book is a scholarship of the different spots from which these embodiments of the Muslim community in India exuded representation throughout the British...
The short story travels to the unreal reality of the protagonists intersecting in the milieu of Assam. Do you know Assam means peerless?It is derived from the...
The translator reflects that while the name Chambal evokes a range of associations like fear, grandeur, violence, crime, and heroic machoism, in our mind,...
This is an excerpt from the Bengali novel, I See The Face (2006), by Shahidul Zahir (1953–2008), of Bangladesh. Translated by V. Ramaswamy. The enchanted...
'The petals would reach the Stratosphere, earnestness is long-lost now,' writes Fatima Khan.
'I have all that I want and still seek,' writes the poet during a dark time looming large.
I did own a jolnapai, a gift from appa. He outgrew his pair of black-but-fast-turning-grey polyester pants and so he took them to a tailor a few blocks down...
The retreating monsoons had done their job and left the land cleansed and wet. The sky had cleared, and the sun had broken through the clouds, shining down...
‘Sometimes, the felines’ earnest endeavors would even go in vain as the ailing lady would end up burying her face in her hands,’ writes Hina Fatima Khan...
In this 500-page work, Ambassador Talmiz Ahmad presents issues covering most of the important countries of West Asia and North Africa (WANA), its history,...
'We were a winter that became factories and movies and cults and several mysteries in the world,' writes poet Mihir Chitre.
Such is the terror of Monday. Monday is the ultimate revenge upon Friday in the case of the more fortunate ones and upon Saturday in the case of those...
When the public space is hostile, women have no choice but to accept the misogynistic definition of a woman’s rightful place in society.
