It was Sunday. They were sitting at the dining table. As usual Golu’s mother was berating him...
Author - Kiran Jhamb
Bachelor of Education [SHORT STORY]
They do not have a passion for teaching. They are not going to light; ignite the flame of...
My Son [POEM]
Playing your inconsequential games You are growing. Nothing remains the same You are growing.
The Almond Tree [POEM]
From my kitchen I see Every year the almond tree – Shedding leaves, standing bare –...
What Women Love [POEM]
We women love those three magic words. “I Love you…” ? No –these are archaic. We today are more...
The Updating: Giving New Meaning to Old Customs [POEM]
No, no more plotting For a solvent male. The vanished rut has left behind The attitudinal...
The Disconnect: The Saga of the Big Fat Indian Weddings
Indian weddings are a lavish waste Of energy, time – loans without rhyme Bank accounts made...
Of Men and their Bragging: VORA-FICATION
Mr. Vora is tall, fair, well-built, voluble, friendly, full of I-factor – in short a fine...
Conjugal Bliskering [POEM]
Note: Bliskering is a portmanteau of the words Bliss and Bickering, the two inseparables of marital...
Fear [POEM]
In the concrete jungle Sits the mother all a-tremble Because her Baby rabbit Hasn’t come home...
On the Shelf [POEM]
I Pushing forty By the traditional standards On the shelf is the Ms. Very conscious of this Styles...
Pilferer – The Story of a Young Boy [POEM]
He was about ten In a shabby earthy way cute Silently opening the rubbish chute Of a multi-storeyed...