Category: Type 1

December 15, 2010 Off

December Blues

By Manjil P. Saikia

He was happy at last because he thought that love had broken away the chilliness of the winter. Or had…

November 29, 2010 Off

Obsessed

By Fried Guest

by Arunansu Bandyopadhyay Every room in Aunt Kelly’s home is a regular hexahedron You enter her dining space, and come…

November 29, 2010 Off

Prostitute

By Rupkamal Sarma

Behind serpentine bars on tired windows, Sits n stares my childhood, Yesterday was an abyss; tomorrow is a myth,

November 29, 2010 Off

Obamania

By Keshab Anand Pegu

A devil’s advocate perspective Much of what we do are done without a proper motive- altruistic, ulterior, simplistic, aesthetic etc……

November 29, 2010 Off

Wishes can be true

By Mapra Duo

Ria had her choices defined. She prayed for a husband who was in a creative job, played with money, did…

November 15, 2010 Off

Attachments

By Fried Guest

Meadows touch me, seagulls circled around singing yet I’m starless,

November 15, 2010 Off

The unborn child

By Tinam Borah

If, you would have touched my face Just for once, I bet, you would have never let go of me.

November 15, 2010 Off

Road to solitude

By Manjil P. Saikia

He was always lonely. It seemed that life had stopped only for him. When he saw his “friends” dance and…

November 15, 2010 Off

Walls Speak!

By Geetashree Hazarika

“Crash!” fell the dust-bin as Kavya stumbled over it, but saved herself from falling down. She swore loudly and kicked…

November 15, 2010 Off

Taxi or Bus

By Dipankar Nath

They were not looking at each others eyes. It was remarkable how inspite of them being so close to each…

November 1, 2010 Off

The Yolk

By Tinam Borah

Original: “Kuhum” (Assamese) by Santanoo Tamuly Translated by: Tinam Borah A hilly stream… An icy hillock, tinted raw A refreshing…