Gopu doesn’t understand or trust rich people in cars, and somehow, within a short span of two days some of them have a large role to play in his life. Loreto M pens a story about Gopu’s initiation into rich people behaviour.
Raju Rhee captures various scenes in the streets of the city that never sleeps.
Some paths, no matter how many years have passed since you last walked on them, continue to evoke memories – both treasured and painful. Rohit Sharma’s story focuses on one such path, the memories associated with it and the tale of two brothers who trudged along that path to go to school.
In a poem that captures the happenings of yet another day in the street, RK Biswas constructs a picture of the not-so-closely-watched yet interesting things that fill the street – a picture that is framed by the kitchen window.
The transition from staying in a joint family to living in a nuclear family is often not as simple and joyous for children, as it is for adults. Gauri Trivedi shares an incident from her own life when she didn’t return home from school one day, much to the panic and dismay of her mother.
This is the tale of an anonymous lady who waits in the green-lit streets, the one who has lived and re-lived in the red womb that has subjected her to unfair violence and has filled her life with irony. Rini Barman’s poem brings to light the characteristics of the lady’s lackluster life and her companion in the street, a stray bitch that lies among the day garbage.
What does the day look like for a busy street? Parth Pandya tells us the story of one of the hundred M.G.Roads in India.
From little hands that beg for money to vehicles that fill a street to pedestrians to pavement hawkers to stray dogs to dust to myriad shops to sweaty people, Shirani Rajapakse’s poem brings to life the various scenes in a street on a Wednesday afternoon.
