Srishti stared at the flurry of activity from the window as she dialed her sister’s number. The bell had just rung in the school right…
While this sounds uncannily like the beginning of a love story, let me tell you that it most certainly is one. Maybe it isn’t exactly the kind of story we’ve spent the majority of our teenage years reading under the covers and wishing we’d have the chance to experience, but it does involve someone I met at an unexpected point of time in my life and fell madly in love with.
That night, the veil of clouds; Torn by a streak of lightening Led once to the arrival Of that infant so born, To face the…
Stretched between wakefulness and oblivion; identity’s rebellion and sleep’s persuasion; I fiddled with the bitter cold star inside me. Dead star with dead dreams at its core….
Every month, The Bangalore Review recommends a reading list, also mentioning in brief why each book must be read.
Every month, The Reading Room showcases a short story, or excerpts of a book, from some of the greatest writers the world has ever seen.
Suhail Rasheed goes back to his experience of watching 12 Angry Men and shares some of his thoughts on why it is one of the greatest movies ever made.
Lakshmi Gopal explores the language, philosophy and genius of noted Malayalam writer, Vaikom Muhammad Basheer
Abhirup Bangara reads through the meanings of Edgar Allan Poe’s tragic and supernatural poem, The Raven.
Sukanya first chose to remain silent. But if this long journey and its outcome were to get any better, she’d have to make some effort, she thought. So she said, “I’m just thinking about home.”
My daughter and I watched the wedding planner. Ten minutes earlier, a few seconds before we were to enter the chamber where the ceremony was…
a few meters away the church bells ring
and earthen lamps light a prayer for a son
daughters don’t get burial in this land
He remembered his father’s face,
Grey eyes, with a cold gaze,
His mother’s proud stance,
As she threw him a final glance.
She placed her chair so gently on the ground, so that it doesn’t make the slightest of sound, for he read his poem, in that…
Your memories will give me dull heartaches,
but that’s so much better than the shimmering agony