Sunday Talks

Sunday Poem By Anjali De Nandi, Mom

Now my look My dear capital city is very cool. Now it is under blanket of fog. The Sun light is not present. A single st...

About the new normal, new year 2021 The year that was in 25, the year where we are heading to! 25 has been one of the m...

As I kept on tottering back to my cage, the whisky in my heart whistled out and the yawn between us lengthened. Tonight...

2021: Ringing in the New, Ringing out the Old A year is about to pass by! At this hour of midnight, I usually keep on cl...

MIND IS NOT A VESSEL TO BE FILLED BUT A FIRE TO BE KINDLED! Human mind is strange, quaint and human nature is curious wh...

December: The Year completes its Cycle Amid Probability and Possibility, A View There is no room of doubt that this yea...

A CURSED YEAR Once all the roads towards our village home Garchapra were lost in the deepest mud of the Maoist se...

This Christmas, a different mission This December 25th, And beyond, friends dear--- Come with that poet of the people,...

SOUL REGRET O Lord, you’re in my heart O Lord, you’re in my soul ǁ Who Knows, What the Next Is Who Knows, What Happens...