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Borderless, April, 2021

Greetings from Borderless Journal for all Asian New Years! Click here to read our message along with the video and a translation of a Tagore song written to greet the new year, with lyrics that not only inspire but ask the fledgling to heal mankind from deadly diseases.

Editorial

New Beginnings

A walk through our content and our plans for the future. Click here to read.

Interviews

In Conversation with Arundhathi Subramaniam: An online interview with this year’s Sahitya Akademi winner, Arundhathi Subramaniam. Click here to read.

Sumana Roy & Trees: An online interview with Sumana Roy, a writer and academic. Click here to read.

Poetry

(Click on the names to read)

Arundhathi Subramaniam, Jared Carter, Matthew James Friday, Michael R Burch, Aparna Ajith, Jenny Middleton, Rhys Hughes, Jay Nicholls, Achingliu Kamei, Vatsala Radhakeesoon, Ihlwha Choi, Smitha Vishwanath, Sekhar Banerjee, Sumana Roy

Photo-poetry by Penny Wilkes

Poets, Poetry & Rhys Hughes

With an introduction to Blood and Water by Rebecca Lowe, Rhys Hughes debuts with his column on poets and poetry. Click here to read.

Translations

The Word by Akbar Barakzai

Fazal Baloch translates the eminent Balochi poet, Akbar Barakzai. Click here to read.

Malayalam poetry in Translation

Aditya Shankar translates a poem by Shylan from Malayalam to English. Click here to read.

Tagore Songs in Translation

To commemorate Tagore’s birth anniversary, we translated five of his songs from Bengali to English. Click here to read, listen and savour.

Tagore Translations: One Small Ancient Tale

Rabindranath Tagore’s Ekti Khudro Puraton Golpo (One Small Ancient Tale) from his collection Golpo Guchcho ( literally, a bunch of stories) has been translated by Nishat Atiya. Click here to read.

Musings/Slice of Life

Pohela Boisakh: A Cultural Fiesta

Sohana Manzoor shares the Bengali New Year celebrations in Bangladesh with colourful photographs and interesting history and traditions that mingle beyond the borders. Click here to read.

Gliding along the Silk Route

Ratnottama Sengupta, a well-known senior journalist and film critic lives through her past to make an interesting discovery at the end of recapping about the silk route. Click here to read and find out more.

The Source

Mike Smith drifts into nostalgia about mid-twentieth century while exploring a box of old postcards. What are the stories they tell? Click here to read.

Lost in the Forest

John Drew, a retired professor, cogitates over a tapestry of the Ras lila. Click here to read.

Tied to Technology

Naomi Nair reflects on life infiltrated by technology, by Siri and Alexa with a tinge of humour. Click here to read.

Adventures of a Backpacking Granny

In Inspiriting SiberiaSybil Pretious takes us with her to Lake Baikal and further. Click here to read.

Musings of a Copywriter

In Tributes & AttributesDevraj Singh Kalsi pays tribute to his late mother. Click here to read.

Essays

Reflecting the Madness and Chaos Within

Over 150 Authors and Artists from five continents have written on mental illness in an anthology called Through the Looking Glass. Candice Louisa Daquin, a psychotherapist and writer and editor, tells us why this is important for healing. Click here to read.

At Home in the World: Tagore, Gandhi and the Quest for Alternative Masculinities

Meenakshi Malhotra explores the role of masculinity in Nationalism prescribed by Tagore, his niece Sarala Debi, Gandhi and Colonials. Click here to read.

A Tale of Devotion and Sacrifice as Opposed to Jealousy and Tyranny

Sohana Manzoor explores the social relevance of a dance drama by Tagore, Natir puja. We carry this to commemorate Tagore’s birth anniversary. Click here to read

Photo Essay: In the Midst of Colours

Nishi Pulugurtha explores the campus of a famed university with her camera and words and shares with us her experiences. Click here to read.

Bhaskar’s Corner

Oh, That lovely Title: Politics

A short piece by Bhaskar Parichha that makes for a witty comment on the forthcoming Indian elections. Click here to read.

Stories

Pothos

Rakhi Pande gives us a story about a woman and her inner journey embroiled in the vines of money plant. Click here to read.

Elusive

A sensitive short story by Sohana Manzoor that makes one wonder if neglect and lack of love can be termed as an abuse? Click here to read

Ghumi Stories: Grandfather & the Rickshaw

Nabanita Sengupta takes us on an adventure on the rickshaw with Raya’s grandfather. Click here to read

Flash Fiction: The Husband on the Roof

Carl Scharwath gives us a story with a strange twist. Click here to read

Flash Fiction: Flight of the Falcon

Livneet Shergill gives us a story in empathy with man and nature. Click here to read

The Literary Fictionist

A playlet by Sunil Sharma set in Badaun, The Dryad and I: A Confession and a Forecast, is a short fiction about trees and humans. Click here to read.

Book reviews

Bhaskar Parichha reviews Reconciling Differences by Rudolf C Heredia, a book that explores hate and violence. Click here to read.

Nivedita Sen reviews Nomad’s Land by Paro Anand, a fiction set among migrant children of a culture borne of displaced Rohingyas, Syrian refugees, Tibetans and more. Click here to read

Candice Louisa Daquin reviews The First Cell and the Human Costs of Pursuing Cancer to the last by Azra Raza. Click here to read.

Book Excerpt

Excerpted from Raising a Humanist: Conscious Parenting in an Increasingly Fragmented World by Manisha Pathak-Shelat and Kiran Vinod Bhatia, the focus is on media and its impact. Click here to read.

Sara’s Selection, April 2021

A selection of young person’s writings from Bookosmia. Click here to read.

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Stories

Flash Fiction: Flight of the Falcon

by Livneet Shergill

Sitting under the banyan tree, B… was half awake, half asleep. His mind was shifting like a pendulum, thoughts of the city life he had left behind were trespassing the thoughts of his childhood and youth spent under the banyan tree in his village. As the pandemic set into its third month, B… lost his job. Without a job, heading back home was inevitable for him. This time it took him three days to get back home. Earlier it would take him only one day. The journey was even longer than those three days. The journey didn’t end when he reached his home — it just started. Although his village was five hundred kilometers away from the capital city, it’s stark isolation belied this reality.

Suddenly, out of nowhere black clouds engulfed the burning summer sun that had been shining brightly. Then began a game of hide and seek between the mighty sun and the black clouds. B…, like a silent hidden spectator, was watching the game and wondering whether life is more predictable or the weather. Probably there was an uncanny resemblance between the two.

Someone was gazing at him from a far distance, the gaze made him uncomfortable. A pair of dark brown eyes ringed with yellow penetrated his being as if every part of him was up for an examination. Unknowingly he began to walk in the direction of those eyes. The sun was again visible and also moving in that direction. It seemed as though he was following the sun, he walked for about an hour. In all, he had walked four kilometers. But he was exhausted.

The residential area of his village was behind him. He was standing on the dusty pathway between two fields and on the tree before him the pair of mesmerising eyes were still continuously staring at him without blinking. To B…’s immense amazement, it was a falcon sitting on Gulmohar branch, hidden between the red flowers, with only its eyes visible. The falcon and B… gazed at each other as if they were long lost friends who had met after many years. Tears began to roll down his eyes.

The falcon took flight. B… followed. One, two, three and within five minutes there were six falcons flying in the sky in a triangular formation.  The falcons in the sky and B… on the ground matched their rhythm. Sometimes, they hurried and at times they were steady. It started to drizzle. That didn’t disturb their synchronization. After six hours of this rhythmic exercise, B… collapsed.

The sun had set, and it was beginning to get dark. He was lying unconscious in the fields with falcons circling him — rather unusual a sight. Lightning struck the village. Some of the homes were set ablaze. The blaze from the burning houses was visible from a distance. It had started to rain heavily now. The falcons had disappeared and B… was lying prostrate in rain. Heavy rain had put off the fire.

Next morning, the villagers found him in the fields, burning with fever and still unconscious. The village was too remote for a doctor. The village elders took on themselves to heal B…. After twenty-four hours, he regained consciousness and he was a new man.

In the past two days, his entire life had unfolded before him.

The city lights that once bedazzled him had lost their glitter. He realised lights that do not illuminate were pointless. They only tired the mind and the eyes. The earthen lamp dimly lighting the room was to be his guiding light. The dusty by-lanes of his village were to be his high streets.

It had taken ten years and a pandemic for him to understand that the village life he had left for a better life in the city was the same off-grid life many city dwellers aspire for. The peace and tranquility he was experiencing could not be found anywhere else.

The way a storm with high winds blows down a tree and reveals the tree’s hollowness; the barrenness of the city life was uncovered by the pandemic.

The branches of the banyan tree had grown long enough to reclaim the Earth beneath. The branches were one with the roots again. B… had finally found his footing, on his own land.

B… was sitting under the banyan tree, dark brown eyes ringed with yellow were gazing at him from the treetop. A group of children encircled him, engrossed in the story he is telling.

At long last, he is home.

Livneet Shergill is a PhD in Economics. She works as an independent researcher and writing gives her unmitigated happiness. The childhood literary bug has never quite left her.

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