Ananya discovered Raghav Mehra’s secret because neither of them had found time for lunch. It happened on the final Wednesday of the month, when half the office was racing to complete its targets and the other half was pretending not to watch the clock. At twenty minutes past seven, Ananya finally sent the report she Read more…
She was an old woman, a regular visitor with a pot tucked beneath her arm and another balanced on her head. A dusky skin clung to the few remaining bones that aging had spared. A white saree brushed her knees, while her walking stick carried a hunch much like her weary back. Her shrill voice Read more…
In the middle of mustard fields, where yellow flowers stretch farther than the eye can hold, she stands— a lonely girl, as if she has always belonged to this quiet. The wind brushes past her, lingers a little, moves on. The flowers lean, almost like they know her story, almost like they’ve heard it before— Read more…
The empty streets were patient that night. The hurried feet of day had disappeared, and the old bends of the road seemed to wait— as if they knew someone like me would eventually return. April had been cruel again. The thunderstorms came and went, yet even they failed to disturb the stubborn calm of those Read more…
The winds try in vain to blow off the light And the waters thatched in the cold Many lives passed through the eternal circle Yet my soul fails to circumvent and make it past the folds
ABOUT THE AUTHOR Hermann Hesse (born July 2, 1877, Calw, Germany—died August 9, 1962, Montagnola, Switzerland) was a German novelist and poet who was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1946. Hesse’s works were centered on the individual’s effort to break out of the established modes of civilization to find his essential spirit and Read more…
I had no idea that our recent move to a big city would turn out to be such a pivotal moment in my life. To put things into perspective, I had been brought up in a quaint town, where people were warm and friendly. However, the new and unfeeling city environment made me feel lost Read more…
They say that books are a man’s best friends. Nothing could have defined my life better. I am Gyan and today I would like to tell you about the role that books have played in my life. My relationship with books began at a very young age. This was particularly relevant for a shy kid Read more…
Many a time in life I regret not having pursued a fine art. Then, the very next moment, I offer myself the consolation that perhaps all my creative energies were meant to be channelized into playing, not with the strings of a violin or the reeds of a harmonium, or with the lines of portrait Read more…
