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Abstract: This paper intends to examine some representative poems of Mary Oliver which critique the andro-anthropocentric assumptions about Woman and Nature. Her poems are centred on the celebration of both the sexuality of woman and the richness of Nature which…
Abstract: This essay analyses Nijinsky as a dancer with his ballet performances and the diary. The continuous use of queer themes in the ballet theatre is studied. Did the ballet performances really change Nijinsky the man to Nijinsky the queer?…
I was wandering about in my timeless world of happiness in heaven when angel Gabriel approached me. She gave me a task, the same task that I had performed back when I was in my living state, on earth. She…
The experience of love that I’m going to describe is the strangest. So here’s an advance warning: chaste wives (in the satisavitri mould) and strictly monogamous men (in the maryaadaapurushottam mould) are advised against reading this account. I will not…
Characters Renu : a nineteen year old girl, extremely interesting and attractive, than beautiful. Man : a six pack TDH (tall, dark, handsome) twenty six year old. Two strangers : in their thirties Renu’s father : in his late forties…
Our love overflowed with romance, burned intense and youthful. Just the way Grand’ad Basheer, the master storyteller1, imagined it to be. However, the story wasn’t without a few amendments. I wasn’t Kesavan Nair. Neither was she Saramma. Instead, she was…
“I don’t want to get married, Mama.” This, from Kutty Malu a college student, incensed Paru Amma. Just when marriage proposals were streaming in for Kutty Malu, this whine from her! She knew it was not old times. All the…
Many, many arguments later, I decided I had to leave the place. I set out the most essential clothes, books and writing materials, and sent a telegram to Aunt Mabel about my arrival. On my way back after sending the…
The festival on Thirumandham Hill was at its peak. The sacred deity was being ceremoniously carried forth. Seven elephants, a traditional orchestra of five types of instruments, and a milling crowd. The sun blazed off the gilded head dresses of…
“Like a spider caught in its own web.” She stepped out of the door and down the steps into the garden. A little frog came out from under and shot through between her feet. “She was plunging into that death…