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Spark – December 2016 Issue

Are you ready to bid goodbye to 2016? Our issue ‘Letting Go’ will help you as you get set to leave behind the year and get recharged for the new year! Read on for moving, fun and surprising takes on the theme through poetry, fiction and non-fiction.

Khoda Hafez

Manjila, a domestic helper and illegal immigrant, is looking forward to returning to her home in Dhaka after four long years. She spends her last day in Bangalore walking down memory lane and bidding familiar sights goodbye. But the eve of her departure has an unpleasant surprise in store. Krithika tells the story.

The Autumnal Mood

This poem by Sunaina Jain celebrates the autumnal mood of “letting go” as the speaker rejoices in the rustling music and elegant dance exhibited by the falling leaves. She forgives and forgets the painful memories and serenity sets in as she no longer clings to the hurtful past. 

An Afternoon in the Life of a Lover

Tanmoy’s story features a gay man confronting the throes of a dwindling relationship.

Joy

This poem by Balu George is about letting go of the fear of falling in love.

Letting Go, for the Last Time

2016 was a defining year for Deepa, when the words “let go” acquired meaning like never before.

Anatomy of a Meditation

For the past three years, Bakul Banerjee had the privilege of performing Hindu pujas in one of the temples in Chicago, becoming an official woman priest in the US. The deafening noise created by the large number of devotees when worshipping Goddess Durga was a challenge. In this poem, she attempts to articulate her experience with letting go of distractions.

The Sweetest Sound

This story is Shruthi Rao’s re-imagining of the last moments of the composer Vidwan Mysore Vasudevachar (1865-1961) who asked his grandson Vidwan S Krishnamurthy (1922-2015) to play the tamboori/tanpura for him.

Shadows at Twilight

A woman struggles with the memories of a man unleashed each time she hears a song of his that she has recorded. What is it that she has to let go? Parth Pandya’s poem tells you more.