There is something about these big towns, they allure you, promise you something beautiful and make you chase these hopes and dreams feverishly and then,…
Murthy was a second division clerk in one of the government offices; knowing which one makes no difference because most of them are alike in…
Salim Bouhadi, who used to be the police chief in Tiznit until he left in disgrace, hurried up the dirt road away from the bluffs….
I have no use for the daily news,
wasting away the protracted minutes,
waiting for the triumph of diagnosis.
No pretensions here.
No ornamentation of
high art.
No gods or kings,
No nymphs or castles.
You can start at the memories
Of putting on your dad’s shirts
Pretending to be a detective
Is that Samisen, the swish of geisha?
Those strings, that fragrance…
A tattoo in silk’s fluidity,
The clear mystery of sheer notes strummed
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.
Cheriyan Alexander takes us through the events that took place in Palestine in 70 AD, and how they changed the world history.
In this article Dr Peter Tyler reviews how psychology takes its understanding from its conception of psyche, especially in the relationship between mind and body. Drawing on the writings of Ludwig Wittgenstein (1889 – 1951), he argues that it is more fruitful to see psychology as a means of ‘seeing the foundation of possible buildings’ rather than appealing to the pseudo-objectivity of science.
Every month, The Bangalore Review recommends a reading list, also mentioning in brief why each book must be read. This month’s list has been compiled by writer, Maitreyee B. Choudhury.
Oh Sinnerman, where you gonna run to? Sinnerman, where you gonna run to? Where you gonna run to? All along dem day Nina Simone –…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Guild of Contemporary Art cordially invites you to meet the artists Cheryl Dobrin Lena Herrschaft Daisy March Saturday, June 10 – 5 to…
“You have to stop being such a doormat,” I tell Samaya Di[1], wiping the display table we used for a quick afternoon snack and throwing…