Pressed between pages Of a heavy book, a rose-– Neither flourishes nor wilts.

500 years ago, Edmund Spenser wrote a poem to celebrate a wedding taking place beside the River Thames. Each stanza ends with the refrain: “Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song”.

A story of an ordinary man and his very ordinary journey.

Time, heavy as a thousand suns combined,/ Bends mothers, smaller than the ones they bore,

The occupation of Gaza and West Bank changed Said's personal and academic prerogatives, compelling him to lend his voice to the Palestinian liberation movement.

What’s life if a sense of darkness/ doesn’t connect night to sunlight

'1 new message' is the top winner of DS Books and Star Literature's Halloween writing contest Spook-off in the two-sentence fiction category.

'New home' is the top winner of DS Books and Star Literature's Halloween writing contest Spook-off in the 100 word fiction category.

'The car' is one of the winning entries of DS Books and Star Literature's Halloween themed writing contest "Spook-Off". One winning 100-word flash fiction or a two-line horror story will be published each day of the week all the way till Halloween.

Your tea in the kettle, piping hot water/ No sugar, so that you can really taste the tea on your tongue

'Last visit' is one of the winning entries of DS Books and Star Literature's Halloween themed writing contest "Spook-Off". One winning 100-word flash fiction or a two-line horror story will be published each day of the week all the way till Halloween.

'Midnight visitor' is one of the winning entries of DS Books and Star Literature's Halloween themed writing contest "Spook-Off". One winning 100-word flash fiction or a two-line horror story will be published each day of the week all the way till Halloween.

On 5th October, 2023 the acclaimed Norwegian playwright and poet, Jon Olav Fosse, won the Nobel Prize in Literature “for his innovative plays and prose which give voice to the unsayable.”

An uncomfortable stillness emanated in the air around Rajpath road. I stood there with my suitcase in my hand, the hair on the back of my neck standing on edge. Glancing left then right, I crossed the road and entered the premises of Hotel Kaalipara.

It was another early sunset on a rainy day in Dhaka. Alamin was walking with a polythene bag of groceries back to his small, rented apartment.

As she looked up, Rukhsana noticed her eyeballs missing.

This universe’s heart is hollow now for humanity has died inside it.

I think it was closer tonight. I really did not want it inside the lift.

For a wistful moment, he was born to me. Eyes closed and never to open.

Back at home, food used to narrate stories. Here, food does not travel far to the nooks and crannies of Velutha’s heart; it only reaches his stomach well enough to leave him looking healthy and strong.