Mar 6
By Sunil Sharma
As the night advances, sleep still not an immediate possibility, I watch the street below. I maintain the vigil. And, in the deafening solitude, I hear somebody walking on tiptoe. It is Hegel. Yes, the venerable Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel. And he is smiling.
By Gopa Nayak
She could not help but nourish the thoughts that if Buddhism was so enriched today it was because of the love and sacrifice that she had instilled into a human being who had shared everything with her, albeit for a while. Those thoughts had finally brought respite to her soul relieving her from all the anguish of a deserted woman.
Café Dissensus 