We were married for last one year after a relationship spanning almost four years. As I knew her, I knew her greatest desire in life was to give birth
Author: BISWABANDHU MOHAPATRA
The wounds of the winter
Editor’s Choice: Alas….the spring never came thereafter. The trees were not decorated with new leaves and buds. The birds forgot the art of singing. As Nirlipta departed from my life.
The Partition
Without any hesitation I agreed to his proposal. I had promised to stand by him about twenty-five years ago, since the untimely death of my parents
