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
KARACHI / NEW DELHI
As Pakistan’s Arshad Nadeem won a gold medal in the men’s javelin in Paris on Thursday, thousands of miles away, his close Indian rival Neeraj Chopra’s mother was among the firsts to congratulate him.
Back home, Nadeem’s mother, swamped by hundreds of cheering crowds in her remote village of
As the sun kisses the moon,
Away from other people’s eyes.
I bless you with grace
Divine light.
Melita Ratković, an eminent poet from Serbia shares her poetry
Melita Ratković, lives in Novi Novi – Serbia. She is literary ambassador of Serbia in Brazil and Spain and has participated in several anthologies, world
Some healing is not connected to illness as much as it is to life.
I want to be okay. I want to be loved for who I am, not for what I can give. I want someone who holds my heart before they hold my hand!
Well, my friend, these are our legitimate wishes. We all need security before love, yearning for someone who misses our absence,
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,
