Crane your neck to an eerie eyeful of a stranger pursuing a tree of mangoes and your nightmare is alive; worse still the deadlier of the sinful and with farther...
Our Kamla Bai
Our Kamla Bai, With a pierced nose and a bun Both held up higha A rose clipped in her hair Behind her ear, Shouts, “I have come!” In a thin,...
Take Your Time
“Whats on your mind?” she asked him in almost a whisper. “Nothing.” came the blunt reply, but only after a pause. “You know you can tell me anything.” she said...
Gurudev Rabindranath Tagore’s 153rd Birth Anniversary
On The 10th of May Nandanik Sanstha in collaboration with Gyan Adab celebrated Gurudev Rabindranath Tagore’s 153rd Birth Anniversary. Members of Nandanik Sanstha began the program with a hymn written...
The Stones Workshop
Each stone, beautiful in itself carries a story. Author, poet and artist, Randhir Khare who feels that stones represent pieces of memory…of places, feelings, experiences collects stones from his many...
True Beauty
Have you seen the light of hope, In the eyes of the blind? Have you seen the smile of contentment, Upon the lips of poverty? Have you felt the tenderness...
Requiescat in pace
-By Mehul Philip He looked in the mirror every night, hoping he’d wake up a different man. But the truth was far from it. He woke up thirsty every morning....
Sacrifice
-By Shama Vijayan I drove along the winding road up the slope and as I passed through the familiar sights a wave of nostalgia mingled with painful memories swept through...
The Beggar woman
-By Shama Vijayan This is a true incident that happened to me years ago in the early 70’s when I was working in Bombay (it was Bombay in those days)....
The masks of monsters
-By Zain Merchant “You what?” she asks, incredulously. She is dressed in a lovely pink summer dress that falls with grace along her body hugging every curve and contour as...
