The Storm She put a brave smile on her faceAs she greets another dayWhile the last night’s stormHas caused destruction to her homeIt’s a never-ending fightBetween human and nature’s furyWe were but made to co-exist peacefully She has to pick up the shattered pieces Not knowing any fault of hersThe storm was strong and she…
All posts in Issue 7, April 2026
Subhransu Maitra
Lifting the Veil At a redeeming moment in life when they, each in his or her own way, longed to journey to Sarada Ma’s land and went and sat at her feet, anxious to be initiated beyond the veil— Crowning the pilgrim devotee’s progress the Mother would light a lamp in their eyes in her…
Paramita Mukherjee Mullick
Hiroshima All quiet in the morning.All up and ready to start the day.Children getting ready for school.Wives making food for the family.Office goers on their way.And suddenly out of nowhereCame the messenger of death and destruction.August 6th, 1945 the time was 8.15am.The first atomic nuclear bomb fell.The huge ball of fire rose.In seconds lakhs of…
Priyadarshini Khan
My Dear Diners… My dear diners,our restaurant :our pride, our legacy,is in danger.For generations, we have served the same dish:boiled dreams, plated with precision.We called it tradition.We called it excellence.We called it :The taste of growing upBut lately,some children ask for flavor.A few want color in their curries,a little fire in their bread.They speak of…
Kaberi Chattopadhyay
Peace Is Not Elusive Peace is not elusive It waits quietly beneath the noise.It waits in the pauses we overlook,In the small unclaimed corners of each day.It lives in the courage to listen more than the desire to win..It rests in the acceptance that not everything needs resolution..Peace sits quietly beside us when we allow…
Basudhara Roy
Dopamine for Heidi the clock sheds hairticks to animal timebone-sadnessdroolsmeaningmicroscopesinto the momentterrific tumidthe itch alwayswithin reachall sea and landin the globe-bodynavigable by clawsknowledge sticksto the noseknow-how to the limbswisdomto the guttonguethe day end-to-endfilled with the green business of the presentall that isto be cast outand cast inheady pumpingof lifesteady defianceof deathnot that it will not…
Kusumita Mukherjee Debnath
Afternoon There was acidIn the sunNo screen seemed gentle enough Winds hot and screechingShelled all.The solitary strayLolling its tongue Ran up and downLooking for the tiniest bit of water.Someplace.It was hellish Yet the shade Never forgot its humility.It sheltered all who sought.Yet the birds did twitter.Numb with heatShe strolledHaving no place to goShe chose the…