FICTION - ON THE LEAVENWORTH TRAIL - Duane L.Herrmann

There’s goes Tunis on his bugle. I can hear it better with ...

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Poetry - Manisha Manhas

"Scatter" is a beautiful word ...

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Poetry - Ananya S Guha

The dust is swathed in colors pink frost, evening's blue-grey

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Poetry - Namrata Pathak

Today the wall of the classroom grows parched mouths with tongues darting out, hungry for a day ...

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Poetry - Moinak Dutta

The sprawling fields green came open To us once we moved through the forest ...

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POETRY - Prathap Kamath

We sit on a little patch of grass in the shadow of Qutub Minar. ...

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POETRY- Koshy AV

Full moon, cold blue lips desert hot ...

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Critique - T. Sriraman

The Tempest is believed to be the last play to have been solely authored by Shakespeare, ...

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Fiction - PARINEETA SINGH

Seeta’s childhood was spent in a sleepy suburb on the outskirts of Delhi, unremarkable ...

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Poetry - Gerard Sarnat

Woodside fur family forest home, we simply pass through compared to rodents who live here...

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