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Reviewed Aparna Sanyal 's Instruments of Torture for The Chakkar. In Aparna Sanyal’s haunting collection Instruments of Torture (HarperCollins India, 2024), the titles evoke a visceral reaction. thechakkar.com/home/instrumen…

Unspoken Inheritance . Poetry by Mrittika Chatterjee: ‘Windows cradle the world’s weight— concerns, french braided, but strands, a newly freed tribe. Steering wheel clutched, as if holding an inner child’ thechakkar.com/home/unspokeni…

‘where somebody with tapering  fingers, and long eye lashes, full heart played Mozart   on a snowy evening to some invisible  friends, in an empty room’ Poems by Sunil thechakkar.com/home/sunilshar…

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‘One mistake; shivers embrace fear, skin embracing lost immigrants. Meals, cooked with love, beaten to taste like funerals; his favorite cuisine— death of affection.’ “Unspoken Inheritance” - a poem by Mrittika Chatterjee thechakkar.com/home/unspokeni…

Poetry: ‘I want to weave lavender flowers into my hair / love my mother, whose anger / is a withering flower / decomposing to memory / in ash burn lavender.’ thechakkar.com/home/panchamip…

Prayers to Peace: Three poems by Smita Agarwal thechakkar.com/home/smitaagar…

‘Prashanth Srivatsa’s The Spice Gate is a spectacular debut fantasy, a feast to the readers who slurp on worldbuilding, while also making them wonder if a freer world is possible.’ Read Akankshya Abismruta | She/her’s stirring review of #TheSpiceGate by author Prashanth Srivatsa (Prashanth Srivatsa),

In Language, Colonial Kolkata Stays Alive . A city rooted in colonial legend, Nivedita Dey Poetry examines the linguistics of place, names, food, and culture that keep the “Calcutta” in Kolkata. thechakkar.com/home/kolkataco…

‘Almost every passenger travelling to the square, when asked about their destination by the ticket collector, will simply reply, “Ekta Dalhousie!” (One ticket to Dalhousie).’ In Language, Colonial Kolkata Stays Alive. By Nivedita Dey Poetry thechakkar.com/home/kolkataco…

Prashanth Srivatsa’s THE SPICE GATE is a spectacular debut... With every turn, one is bound to slow down and savour upon themes of home, love, freedom, perseverance and resilience, hero worship, religion, military fascism, and oppression. Akankshya Abismruta | She/her thechakkar.com/home/thespiceg…

Fiction by Jigar Brahmbhatt: ‘Their office was fixed in time: the neat partitions, cold furniture, and glass, glass, everywhere... The office was never going to change. Only the folks playing table tennis seemed ephemeral, like shapes made of fumes.’ thechakkar.com/home/frogs

Four Poems by ankush_b . ‘Before anaesthesia shatters the bough of your body, before the moon overhead is a mouth of darkness, you pray they fill the space between dislocated hip & future with what you heard but could never hold’ thechakkar.com/home/ankushban…

Highlights of some of our top stories in recent months: - lacanpremi_lakarbhagga on mythology and sci-fi in Indian cinema. - Karan Madhok & Nakul Yadav discuss Hanumankind’s breakthrough. - Poems by Vrinda Bansal Plus much more on TheChakkar.com

‘After you left, your name was shards roofed from my mouth. I spat glaciers of silence. Because all my friends were make-believe, resembled you’ Preparing for Another Life: Four Poems by ankush_b thechakkar.com/home/ankushban…

‘It is a smile that still relapses into being a smile that is an automatic encouragement, an undeserved reward’ A Thousand Cuts: Two Poems by Carol D’Souza thechakkar.com/home/caroldsou…

Fiction by Chitra Gopalakrishnan: ‘Ganika is, of course, what I chose to call myself. Others in the town called me a woman of the court. Or a woman of the night.’ thechakkar.com/home/acosmicda…

Hearts Marinated in Lies: Two Poems by Vrinda Bansal thechakkar.com/home/vrindaban…

‘i would love to take you out for dinner on a cloudless evening to the place that you say “reminds” you of switzerland (where you have never been) but that is how you imagine it.’ Two Fridas: Two Poems by Shreya Sharma thechakkar.com/home/shreyasha…

'The girl dreams in shades of blasphemy— Azaadi, Swadhinata, Svātantryam, Svatantrata; some seep into his iron doctrines, fists splinter cocoons, voices burst forth' "Unspoken Inheritance" - a poem by Mrittika Chatterjee thechakkar.com/home/unspokeni…