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The Untold Stories

Only Skin Deep

It started with a small discolouration on the side of her finger. She was too frightened to tell anyone and thought it must be nothing. She wore the biggest ring to cover…

मुझे तो प्यार से ही प्यार होता है…

प्यार – यह तो एक अहसास है ना, फिर क्यों हम किसी ख़ास के होने ना होने से उस अहसास का तोल मोल करते हैं। हमारी जिन्दगी में तो लोग आते जाते…

कुछ मीठी यादें – A Narrative Poetry By Pratyush Kumar Pani

आज सारे देश भर में लॉकडाउन है, काफ़ी लोग कई कारणो की वज़ह से परेशान है, कुछ लोगों से उनका रोज़गार छीन गया है और कुछ लोगों को कोरोना की वज़ह से…

भारत-चीन विवाद – An Article by Nikhil Singh

सौ करोड़ से अधिक लोगों को गोद में लिए, मस्तक पर धवल किरीट धारण किए हुए, सागर में पांव पसारे हुए, सोन चिरैया सा लहराता हुआ हिमालय की गोद में लिटा हुआ…

The Cursed Widows of India

She stood bent over her years. Long hair, large eyes,and lips that constantly sang her every-morning hymn for Krishna. Her prayers to the lord were to pass her over to the other…

“का” की मोहब्बत – A Poem by “kyakarogeyjaankar”

कुछ प्रेम कहानियां बहुत ही अलग होती हैं। जैसे की हमने हीर और रांझा , रोमियो और जूलिएट आदि के किस्से ज़रूर सुने होंगे — अब “का” की मोहब्बत की भी जाने। ❧ एक…

क्यों आयी हो महामारी? – A Poem by Ashwani Acharya

एक दिहाड़ी पर काम करने वाली मजदूर औरत की कहानी, उसकी ज़ुबानी, जो अभी के हालात समझ नहींपा रही है। जिसकी ज़िन्दगी वैसे ही जुझारू और किस तरह से लॉकडॉउन की वजह…

The Hands to Empower

Pavitra Muddaya of Vimor has worked tirelessly in the world of crafts since the last 40 years. Her saris were worn by the Late Prime Minister Indira Gandhi and her designs are…

Teen Choto Chamooch (Migrant Stories #1)

This is the first article in a series about the untold stories of displaced immigrants & migrants. Sobha Das was waiting for days and nights for his return. After the storm broke…

The Maestro, The Man, and the Woman Unsung

What might Ma Annapurna Devi have written to Pandit Ravishankarji on his birthday, if she could? ❧ Dear Panditji, Wishing you a very happy birthday today. On 7th April 1920, you were…

Iruway Should Be On the Runway

Grass is always greener on the other side and in some cases, it is greener and dreamier by your side. The majestic Devarayanadurga Mountains were looming ahead as I navigated my way…

My First Teacher

Subconsciously She Teaches And We Learn

My first teacher ever Who was your first teacher? Was it the kindergarten teacher who held your hand and walked you into a class full of little strangers as you gave the…

Manipur’s Mighty Weaves

As I tie my Manipuri sarong over my waist, I was transported to the calm Loktak Lake where the ripples on the calm water is a camouflage of the constant anger of…

The Voice Of The Workforce

Today is World Workers Day. The Labour Force Union Movement was recognised. The 5 day work was given to them after much protests and resistance. I watch silently everyday the building being…

उमस भरी दोपहरी में सुंदर, सादे, सूती बगरु की ठंडक !

राजस्थान की भूमि मुपानी ग़ल वास्तुकला और हिंदू राजपूत संवेदनाओं का एक संयोजन है।वहाँ की शुष्क एवम् बंजर ज़मीन में भले ही की कमी हो लेकिन वहाँ के लोगों में रेगिस्तानी मज़बूती…

The Bountiful Bagru Prints On A Summer Noon

Mughal architecture with a fusion of the Hindu Rajput sensibilities is what the land of Rajasthan is all about. In that arid, dry landscape where water is a scarcity, we have the…

A Woman’s Voice In India

The campaigning and the constant whatsapp forwards for the upcoming 2019 Indian general elections, to constitute the 17th Lok Sabha is on full swing. We are anticipating the results for counting on…

The Solitude Of Slut Shaming

She could feel the first blood trickle down her legs. She was 11 years old and not even coherent enough to acknowledge that the fertility Goddess had bestowed her with the gift…

Desire Has No Gender

She heard the car pull up. She heard his footsteps as he approached her room.  She hurriedly put on her bra and a worn out kurta. A dependable wife. A doting mother.…

Firdaus Is Omnipresent

The sound of the marching boots and the incessant screams of the tribals fighting for their land reverberated into the stillness of the chilly evenings. Evenings fell and morning suns broke early…

Blood On My Hands While Sewing The Frayed Edges !

Did you see the dim light in the weavers home? Did you see the pregnant wife of the artist struggle while traversing the path to reach the hospital? Did you see the…