Beloved by Toni Morrison is the story of the traumas lefts behind by slavery and how it affects their present. There are a variety of themes that builds up the story in the novel. i} Slavery Slavery can be regarded… Read More »Themes in Beloved
Funny Boy is a coming of age novel written by Shyam Selvadurai. The story of Funny Boy deals with a child named Arjun Chelvaratnam or Arjie who is not a regular boy with ‘manly’ hobbies. Arjie loves to participate in… Read More »Significance of the title Funny Boy
Through all those years keeping the presentopen to the light of just this moment:that was the path we found, you might call ita promise, that starting out among blazed trunksthe track would not lead nowhere, that being setdown here among… Read More »Wild Lemons by David Malouf
That year I had nowhere to go, I fell in love — a mistakeof course, but it lasted and has lasted.The old tug at the heart, the grace unasked for, urgenciesthat boom under the pocket of a shirt. What I… Read More »Revolving days by David Malouf
I My race began as the sea began, with no nouns, and with no horizon, with pebbles under my tongue, with a different fix on the stars. But now my race is here, in the sad oil of Levantine eyes,… Read More »Names by Derek Walcott
A wind is ruffling the tawny peltOf Africa. Kikuyu, quick as flies,Batten upon the bloodstreams of the veldt.Corpses are scattered through a paradise.Only the worm, colonel of carrion, cries:“Waste no compassion on these separate dead!”Statistics justify and scholars seizeThe salients… Read More »A Far cry from Africa by Derek Walcott
Spain was a taut, dry drum-headDaily beating a dull thudFlatlands and eagle’s nestSilence lashed by the storm.How much, to the point of weeping, in my soulI love your hard soil, your poor bread,Your poor people, how much in the deep… Read More »The Way Spain Was by Pablo Neruda
Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, “The night is starryand the blue stars shiver in the distance.” The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines.I loved her, and… Read More »Tonight I can write (the saddest lines) by Pablo Neruda
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:Its loveliness increases; it will neverPass into nothingness; but still will keepA bower quiet for us, and a sleepFull of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.Therefore, on every morrow, are we… Read More »A Thing of Beauty by John Keats
Driving from my parent’s home in Cochin last Friday morning, I sawMy mother beside me, doze open mouthed,her face ashen like that of a corpse and realised with pain thatshe was as old as she looked, but soon put that… Read More »My Mother at Sixty Six by Kamala Das
