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Sunil Sharma


Sunil Sharma






The girl on the threshold
 
A girl-child,
Tiny,
Unsure,
Standing near
The open safety- door
Of a neighbour’s silent house, suburban Mumbai high-rise,
Tentative, quiet, searching for a friend
With her round brown eyes in that dusty narrow marble
Corridor with the firmly locked doors.
 
Whipped by a whistling wind;
Her solitary childhood starkly lonely as
A bright fire burning in a street corner,
This late February evening
Hugging a locality where adults rarely talk!
 
 

The December wind
 
This Monday morning wind of December,
Raw and arrogant,
Aware of its power immense,
Walks like a mast elephant,
Rampaging everything,
Or, a youth in love,
Caressing everybody with its
Alpha hands,
Knocking things in the
Deserted hall, crowded
Living room,
Of a 2BHK suburban-Mumbai flat;
 
The cold breath of mild winter
Being carried on its invisible wings,
---How does it sweep the entire region!
This big-bosomed wind, knocking off the caps
And slipping inside the shirts and tinkling
Bare skins--- and whistling in pleasure,
A dulcet long moaning heard after very long in a
Working couple’s bedroom,
The whistling done by a
Smiling patient recovering
Slowly from a fatal disease,
Or---
Like an out –of-work guy,
Sitting/fretting home for three
Bleak months, then suddenly getting hired
On a long-distance call,
For a tiny office full of faded hopes,
In a busy Detroit, Delhi, or, Madrid.
 

A garbage dump
 
Stinking piece of land.
Partially cleared of the urban garbage.
 
Then two swings and a slider
Installed.
 
Slum children
Recovered a missing playground
And a smiling childhood
And few minutes of
Company in the
Polluted urban sprawl.
 

A woman
 
Carrying a bundle
On a grizzled head
Three roped donkeys
Walking behind
Driven by a kid.
 
The belongings
Kept on their backs.
 
The mobile gypsy family,
Meager possessions,
Mocking a covetous city
Of high-rises and fancy cars.
 
 

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Articles/Discussions


Editorial
Charanjeet Kaur

Conversations
Lucha Corpi: In Conversation with Ketaki Datta
Mamang Dai: In Conversation with D Ramakrishna

Literary Essay
Sharad Chandra: ‘Theatre of the Absurd’

Literary Articles
Devika Karnad: ‘Lakshmi Kannan’s Going Home
Kaushik Acharya & Kiriti Sengupta: ‘Commentaries on The Gita
Shailja Chandra: ‘The Mona Lisa Phenomenon in Gulzar’s Writings’
Subhra Roy: ‘Re-reading Easterine Kire’s Bitter Wormwood
Tuhin Mukhopadhyay: ‘Anita Desai’s Voices in the City
Yogesh Kumar Negi: ‘Himachali Folk Music’

Book Reviews
Chandan Das – ‘A Certain Way
Manjinder Kaur Wratch – ‘Murder In Mahim
Nirojita Guha – ‘The Ocean of Churn
Rittvika Singh – ‘Baaz
Subashish Bhattacharjee – ‘And Gazelles Leaping’ & ‘Cradle of the Clouds
Tuhin Sanyal – ‘Dreams of the Sacred and Ephemeral
Wani Nazir – ‘Where are the Lilacs?’

Poetry
Ambika Ananth: Editorial Comment
Ambika Ananth
Amrita Bhattacharyya
Anil Bairwal
Nilamadhab Kar
Parag Mallik
Rahul Jayaram
Shelton Pinheiro
Sunil Sharma
Swati Srivastava

Fiction
Smitha Sehgal – ‘Editorial Musings’
Chandra Mohan Bhandari – ‘Himalayan Splendour’
Debasis Tripathy – ‘Convenient Friendship’
K Srinivasan Subramanian – ‘Tulasi has flowered’
Mohammad Shamsur Rabb Khan – ‘Old Man’s Fare’
Palak Sharma – ‘The Strange Journey’
Pragya Bhagat – ‘Portrait of an Old Man’
Shweta Tiwari – ‘His Love’
Sunaina Jain – ‘Lost and found’

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