Short Story Activist Mayank Bhatt She grabbed my arm and led me through the gathering of people from the slums.
Prose The Wound that Almost Healed Uma Parameswaran Getting into her white coat, she glanced at the list of people to whom she had given an appointment over the telephone during the weekend.
Prose Number of Lies Nilambri Ghai “She is a liar and a cheat. She is an elephant. She is my wife.” And it was the end of an almost perfect day. She thought of her beautiful daughters and her grandchildren. She counted on her fingers […]
Art Dimansyon Lanmou: Conversations with Artist Clovis-Alexandre Desvarieux Clovis-Alexandre Desvarieux & Dave-Lentz Lormeus (aka DL Jones)
