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“There are legends of people born with the gift of making music so true, it can pierce the veil between life and death, conjuring spirits from the past and the future. In ancient Ireland, they were called Filí. In Choctaw land, they called them Firekeepers. And in West Africa…...
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Editorial Note: Republishing Review of Naveen Kishore’s Book of Poetry Knotted Grief from old AnankeWLF website. New website and information about Ananke Literature Festival Coming Soon. Meditative pauses, abrupt halts, soulful variations, and metaphoric juxtapositions weave the lilting fabric of lyricism that makes up Knotted Grief. More than a book...
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The car crash in a Paris tunnel. The fallout. The updates. I remember only Cartoon Network being unaffected. I sat in my pyjamas with a bowl of Shreddies and watched Cow and Chicken. Gran had just had the carpets washed, so when the second plane hit I was removing...
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There is, at the heart of The Tree, the Well & the Drag Queen (Red River Press, 2026), a trembling proposition: that inheritance is not land or memory, but a rehearsed, enforced, and, occasionally, resisted script. In this slender yet resonant novella, Salini Vineeth conjures a world where myth...
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My dear friends, We are okay, though we have become eyewitnesses to things surreal—not unreal. Safety is not the issue; it really never was. All the hullabaloo would suggest otherwise, but I assure you that what is being made out to be… well… it just isn’t so. But what...
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All hell broke loose almost a fortnight ago—perhaps more; all seems hazy and one loses track of time. It happened right in our backyard. The sights and sounds were once unheard of in Dubai… in the UAE. And yet, suddenly, we became eyewitnesses. The first time we heard that...
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On 10th November 2025, Pakistan lost the beloved scholar Dr. Arfa Sayeda Zehra; and Lahore, its greatest lover, as she liked to call herself. Urdu lost a great educationist, Joy of Urdu lost its Chief Patron and Advisor, and I lost a mentor, a guide, and a friend. There...
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Will you? leave me she asked and I answered will you? Leave? Us? the partings the ones that refuse to tear sundering our leavetaking unbearable waves that threatenpromise to drown forgetting easier easier than unlearning our loving learning learning to unlove again to tip toe into hearts made different...
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For years, wellness has been tied to perfection: green juices, flawless gym sets and a highlight reel full of “before-and-after” stories. We’ve been fed a narrative of extreme workouts, restrictive diets, and an impossible ideal that rarely reflects the busy, demanding, and constantly evolving lives of real women. We’re...