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
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
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
aste-based oppression and skin-color based discrimination are both deplorable, but they are not connected.
Over the last few years, the caste system has entered the American discourse as the result of a high-profile legal case at Cisco and the inclusion of caste as a protected category at over two dozen US universities. Just last month,
Let me feel the enchanting melodies of whispering breeze
That blows rhythmically leaving behind the scars of vicious life…
Shakil Ahmed, a renowned poet from Assam state of India, shares his poetry
Shakil Ahmed was born on 31st January 1969 at Badarpur, Assam, India. Since his boyhood days he has been engaged with social
