

The Wretched Night: A Short Story
“The time has been that, when the brains were out, the man would die, and there an end. But now they rise again with twenty mortal murders on their crowns and push us from our stools.” ~William Shakespeare (The Tragedy of Macbeth) The Wretched Night I’m at the table when she strides in, donning a red gown that curls up like fire. A long curtain of auburn hair frames her face, and at her neck, pearls shine as bright as her gaze. We may have been friends forever, but
Nov 163 min read


A Letter to Tagore
Rabindranath Tagore (Robi Thakur) Dear Robi Thakur, 164 years ago, the soil of Bengal bore a gem—a gem that shone brighter than the pole...
May 122 min read


Tears of Terra: From the Author's Desk
'Tears of Terra' by Bhargav Sen Bhowmick I cannot express in words the joy I am feeling right now. It has been a dream since forever to...
Feb 83 min read


Cannibalism: A Metaphor for Love?
Cannibalism: A Metaphor for Love? Summary: Introduction: The text delves into the metaphorical use of cannibalism to explore themes of...
Jan 66 min read





