Mohankumar’s poem draws inspiration from the Tyagaraja kriti, Nadachi, nadachi about the vanity of fake devotion but, departing from it, depicts a scene where a true, ardent devotee gets a darshan of the Lord while the false ones miss it.
Vinita Agrawal writes a poem that highlights the passion for the good in life, particularly the values of goodness and gentility. This is a poem of hope, timeless truths and disarming honesty. It seeks to brush away the dark from our horizons.
Aditi Chandak captures a scene out of the common man’s life to weave together stories of passion and what it could mean to different people.
Passion cannot be reduced to a dry, dictionary definition. It can only be experienced. Suresh Subrahmanyan discusses some luminaries who have excelled in the fields of cricket, music and art because of their passion. He also takes us through situations where this indefinable emotion overwhelms us.
And just like that, we’re bidding goodbye to 2019! Are you ready to let go of the year and embrace a new decade? Let our December issue help you! Themed ‘Letting Go,’ we bring you poignant, reflective and relatable stories and poetry to gently see you to 2020.
Here we are, on the fifth of another month, with a new issue on the theme ‘The Wait’! Read wonderful fiction and poetry, and soak in some lovely photographs, exploring a range of emotions that waiting induces.
Hello, reader! This issue, let’s delve into secrets – secrets kept, shared, and revealed, secrets that confuse and secrets that clarify – through poetry, fiction and non-fiction.
Who doesn’t like reading or listening to a story well told? At Spark, we celebrate the short story this September. Read through our short and sweet edition this month for a fine selection of stories that capture people in varied situations and how they deal with what life throws at them. We hope you enjoy this issue!
This August, bask in the warm glow of friendship with Spark’s latest issue! Featuring poetry, fiction and non-fiction, the issue covers friendships of many kinds: the childhood ones, the ones that pull us through tough times, or that we struggle to define.