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For You – Poetry from Thailand

For you I’ll write like primeval oceans Hung with swollen voices That are not from the future Or the past or the present… Stephen A. Rozwenc, an American expat poet who resides in Thailand, shares his poem Stephen A. Rozwenc is an American expat poet who resides in Thailand. He has published 6 collections of

Bangladesh: History of Tanchangyas Minority

Anthropological study of the arrival of the small ethnic group Tanchangyas in Bangladesh A review of history shows that Dainaks or Tanchangyas came to Bangladesh unable to bear torture and oppression. It is said that the Arakanese used to persecute the Tanchangyas. The Tanchangyas have crossed a long path of history with the identity

Chinese researchers invent power-free device to separate plasma from whole blood

A team of Chinese researchers has developed a power-free device to extract plasma from whole blood with 99% separation efficiency, showing broad application prospect in point-of-care testing and medical emergencies, China Science Daily reported. The plasma extraction through centrifugation is considered the gold standard in diagnostic

Like a Single Word – Poetry from Korea

The sky and the earth are the lips of eternity. There, We live like a single word… Siyoung Doung, a poet from Korea, the Land of Morning Calm, shares her poetry Poet Siyoung Doung, hailing from Korea, the Land of Morning Calm, graduated from the Department of Korean Language and Literature at Dongguk University and

How a Mega Dam Disrupts the Flow of Water – and Money

At the peak of summer monsoon, I woke to rain pelting the tinned roof. The noise hurt my eardrums. Surely venturing onto the river in this weather would be disastrous. I was hoping that Bimal would not call. But he did. A few hours later, we were on the banks of the Subansiri River waiting for our ride, a wooden boat piloted by a man named