Surrounded by the lofty Aravalli hills, the place looked like a piece of Nandankanan. Eight royal men on horseback were riding toward Merta. After crossing a massive banyan tree near the fields, they arrived at a small marketplace. There, village folk had gathered with earthen pots, utensils, and other daily essentials. The villagers
Everything was drunk
With the fever of flame.
I was a gray rag, drained of all color.
Ms. Yoo Dong Ae, a poet from Korea, the Land of Morning Calm, shares her poem
Poet Yoo Dong Ae was born in Namhae, Gyeongnam Province. She graduated from Jinju Girls’ High School, Jinju National Teachers’ College, and Hansung
Through this award-winning novel, the author has attempted to illuminate a lesser-known chapter of Meerabai’s life
Meera
By Debasree Chakraborti
Location: Merta, Kurki Chittor
Drifting along the current of time, Meera gradually grew up. One day, Ramabai set out with her and Jaimal toward a tribal village located on the edge
Russian scientists from the National University of Science and Technology MISIS (NUST MISIS) have developed a method for the production of individual thyroid cartilage implants of the larynx.
They are printed on a 3D bioprinter, taking into account the anatomical features of the patient, in order to surgically replace the lost area of the
The Voice of Hunger
In the hut of the poor, even dreams are halved —
Torn between sighs and silence,
Like broken lullabies caught in cobwebs of the night.
How long will words remain alive?
When hunger drapes the body like cloth,
And sleep drips from a leaking ceiling,
While dreams hang sharp — nailed to
