Sunday Story by Priyadarshini Dey
Cops you can’t trust It was a regular grey morning. I had taken my breakfast which was nothing but a piece of toast. I had just gone for my regular morning walk when I...
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Cops you can’t trust It was a regular grey morning. I had taken my breakfast which was nothing but a piece of toast. I had just gone for my regular morning walk when I...
The Lines of Fate “What will I do if God made me so good-looking?” Rishav smirked before picking up his sister’s luggage, turning around to go to his car. “Stop being a narcissist!” Radhika...
Kashmir: through an eye that once trusted system. O, beloved; I still sense all the tortures. Your unheard voice and it’s cry for justice. Noise around and a blurred province A generation with no...
home country It is white paper in which words are free And they hug each other. home country It is somewhere near sunset that the canaries are free to sing for the passersby in...
I am Anjali De Nandi, Mom Then I was a village girl. I had hair, long, black and curl. I adorned with my flowers crown. I danced on our yard. I heard heard and...
The wings of mirage No one remained. No one remains. Actually none remains for someone. Only the wings of mirage Fly in the horizon, And the tragedy increases In the mystery-house.e Rgarding addition Just...
THE LINES OF FATE “But that smile on your face, that’s the real magic.” Radhika Sengupta had spent most of her life studying and training to be in the Criminal Investigation Department of Alipore,...
Woman’s voice (unfiltered) In a parallel world where I desire to be treated as a human: So,just a day? Our years of unnoticed struggle; Many came and went; Tried to make a mark; Inequality!...
Scintillating Silhouettes of Digital Consumerism and Women’s Day (A part of one of my existing research projects) “The paramount doctrine of the economic and technological euphoria of recent decades has been that everything depends...