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Detour by Sweta Srivastava Vikram

Detour by Sweta Srivastava Vikram

Why didn’t you wait for me? I scream out the living room window— such un-clarity on such a bright day, such darkness in my verses.   I ask for a sign; something, anything. Did you hear me in New Delhi? Did you know I needed to give you a last hug, cook some Persian Kalam […]

November 2, 2015 | By | 1 Reply More
Dark Forest by Sweta Srivastava Vikram

Dark Forest by Sweta Srivastava Vikram

There is a fire burning inside me. At first I try to hide the fact, but any passerby could look inside me and tell it was fake calm that I was drinking at the airport lounge in a wine glass. But, inside that one glass, I could become invisible. Inside that one sip, I could […]

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Courage by Lav Chintapalli

Courage by Lav Chintapalli

Courage It comes in various forms It’s a bear protecting its cubs It’s a cheetah charging into a field of gazelles It’s a mosquito looking for blood. Courage It exists in the most unlikely of places It is one man leading a nation It is one woman defying what’s unfair It is one child facing […]

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The Road to My Mother’s Home by Jasmine Kang

The Road to My Mother’s Home by Jasmine Kang

For Mother India Where you hear the song of a flute, Where sweet cows walk the roads, Where peacocks and elephants roam freely, Where ancient banyan trees trace stories of long ago, Where colorful kites are flown in the sky, Where the Indian summer brings monsoon rains, Where marigolds are offered to the Divine, This […]

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The Gatekeeper by Sweta Srivastava Vikram

The Gatekeeper by Sweta Srivastava Vikram

On the morning of Friday, May 30, 2014, my husband and I got a call from India: my mother was in critical condition and hospitalized in New Delhi. I thought it was a bad joke because (a) My Mom wasn’t sick. I had barely spoken with Mom two days ago and promised to cook, Kalam Polow, […]

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Mumbai to Ormskirk by Anushree Nande

Mumbai to Ormskirk by Anushree Nande

I had made the decision to study the sciences for Years 11 and 12 of my junior college, to give a chance to biology and the possibility of a medical profession like the 3 surgeons and 2 doctors in my family. I enjoyed anatomy and physiology in particular and was good at the rest as well, but […]

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Power by Aradhna Sethi

Power by Aradhna Sethi

I was in a jeep with my husband, my sister-in-law and her husband –professional tiger conservationists – and their team of wildlife workers. This duo had spent years in the forests of Tadoba (Western India) and had set up the tiger reserve there. Tiger sightings were common for them, but not for this city girl […]

September 1, 2015 | By | 4 Replies More
Ada Wiam – Fly

Ada Wiam – Fly

Cosseted. Sheltered. Sometimes chained. Buffeted by the World outside, Subjected to the Frozen wind, Some butterflies never Learn to fly . . .   — Ada Wiam is from India. She likes to think of herself as a writer. She’s a self-confessed book-aholic and a chocoholic who  loves using her imagination to craft a new world with […]

June 30, 2014 | By | 6 Replies More
Ada Wiam – Feeling Out of Order

Ada Wiam – Feeling Out of Order

Most of the time, there is no purpose to my life. I feel like a telephone sitting at the center of a crowded mall. Never ringing. Never talking. Never knowing, that it is out of order. — Ada Wiam is from India. She likes to think of herself as a writer. She’s a self-confessed book-aholic and a […]

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Ada Wiam – True to the word

Ada Wiam – True to the word

The bark Of the lone dog or the Ear-splitting screech of The eagle – power. I stood, when they asked me To flee. I stood as I promised, And failed, but I stood. — Ada Wiam is from India. She likes to think of herself as a writer. She’s a self-confessed book-aholic and a chocoholic who  loves […]

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