Surrounded by the lofty Aravalli hills, the place looked like a piece of Nandankanan. Eight royal men on horseback were riding toward Merta. After crossing a massive banyan tree near the fields, they arrived at a small marketplace. There, village folk had gathered with earthen pots, utensils, and other daily essentials. The villagers
The Voice of Hunger
In the hut of the poor, even dreams are halved —
Torn between sighs and silence,
Like broken lullabies caught in cobwebs of the night.
How long will words remain alive?
When hunger drapes the body like cloth,
And sleep drips from a leaking ceiling,
While dreams hang sharp — nailed to
In emotional literature, the language itself becomes a vivid painting—every word carries color, tone, and movement, creating a vibrant artistic experience
In emotional literature, we deal with subjective truths as shaped by human sensibility—through imagination, feelings, dimensions, hues, and directions.
If we want to
Beauty is not a mirror, but a window, reflecting not just what we see, but who we are
When we hear the word “beauty,” the mind often races to images shaped by glossy magazines, curated social media feeds, or the sparkling figures of popular culture. We are taught to associate beauty with symmetry, flawlessness, youth, and
Each poem in Alexandra Ochirova’s new book “The Oath” reminds us that the heroism of the Great Patriotic War is a moral duty that still lives within human consciousness and responsibility.
By Margarita All
Alexandra Ochirova’s new book “The Oath” is a work that deserves philosophical reflection within
