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They march – A Poem from Kolkata

They march They learn to face their fear They learn to protest They protest against a murder They want justice They learn to unite and march. Suhina Biswasmajumdar, an eminent poet from Kolkata, West Bengal, shares a poem she wrote for a promising doctor recently gang-raped and murdered in Kolkata A writer from

5 books on Partition highlight hope amidst conflict and the human cost of Independence

These five works of fiction by women authors are set against the backdrop of the Independence and Partition of India, and inspire us with their strong, resilient characters who survive turbulent times. By Chanda Bisht The month of August always brings up mixed memories for those in the Subcontinent. While India celebrates its 78th

Kazan International Film Festival (Altyn Minbar), Twenty Years of Dreams

Cinema is the mirror of our dreams, illuminating the giant silver screen, from which light flows into the hearts and minds of viewers. In the city of Kazan, twenty years ago, the symbol of the (Altyn Minbar) added a human dimension to this light, which was the Kazan International Film Festival, which I have been monitoring since its

GOING SOLO: BETTER ALONE THAN IN A BAD COMPANY

This is my second article on Love which deals with Family Love. I have already discussed the idea of Fraternal Love. I am intrigued by the modern penchant for going solo which actually is a grave threat to the idea of family love. Can we narrow down the definition of the family to only one spouse with one or two kids to bring up? By

Dress for Wednesday – Short Story from Uzbekistan

The love story of a lonely juice-seller woman of a small remote town The woman combed her hair, sprayed violet-scented perfume on her neck, put on a yellow flowered dress and went to the railway station. When spring comes the hill turns green, and the tree next to the house blossoms. The clouds floating in the clear sky and the