Sunday Talks

|| Indian Peregrination || by Kunal Roy

An Ode to Scorn The dots of the sunrays Touching the earth feet, Unfolded the lesson of eulogy! Felt at the seventh heav...

THE GLORY I thought our bond was strong yeah, i thought our bond was strong but didn't know it won't last till long thou...

Writing about the days of the delirium: Rambling Thoughts And now, there were these late-summer, early-spring, honeydew,...

INDIAN DEMOCRACY TODAY Indian Democracy is a big enigma. Nobel Laureate writer V.S.Naipaul opined that India is a diffi...

A year at a glance The year 2020 has been a roller coaster ride for me. It is filled with joy, happiness, fear, sadness...

PROSE OF PURPOSELESSNESS ( Dedicated to Prof. Sreetanwi Chakraborty ) Prolonged days of despair are about to enter into...

My Princess It’s been days you left me alone and gone. I am left only with memories and I mourn. You were the sunshine o...

Name of the Book: Glimpses of Indian Languages. Author: Avik Gangopadhyay Publisher: Evincepub publishing- Language, Art...

CELESTIAL A girl so innocent Focuses the light To remove darkness With deep concerns She has a fair heart With celestia...

Mother Earth Greets the New Dawn In the auspicious hour of silence, Mother Earth greets the new dawn. Revelling, savour...