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The Bangalore Review

Vol. XIII | Issue 3 | October 2025

  • Non-Fiction
    • Art
    • Book Reviews
    • Cinema
    • Creative Non-Fiction
    • Culture
    • Literature
    • Memoirs
    • Music
    • Nature & Environment
    • Philosophy
  • Specials
    • Editorial
    • TBR Recommends
    • TBR Roundtable
    • Translations
    • Fiction Special 2024
      • Peripheries – of Being and Living
      • Promises Made and Promises Broken – the NATURE of Things
      • Writing From the Peripheries of Language
      • Queering Language
      • Anthologies – The Editorial Perspective
  • Fiction
    • Flash Fiction
    • Short Fiction
  • Poetry
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  • Fiction
December, 2017

Tonight in San Pedro

This time Carmen’s late even by local standards.  I’m waiting as the bar starts to fill up. We’re waiting for the nightclubs to open, women..
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  • Poetry
  • Translations
December, 2017

FIXED STARS

ESTRELLAS FIJAS Cuando ya de la vida el alma tenga, con el cuerpo, rota, y duerma en el sepulcro esa noche, más larga que las..
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  • Fiction
December, 2017

Lying Sideways

“School out already?” I ask. “The fish was lying sideways in my class.” “Yeah?” “A kid at school said it’s normal.” “Huh.” “He said fish..
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  • Poetry
December, 2017

Memory

Take a hit.   Watch the moon slip to new moon. Listen to the lady you Work with talk about ghosts, and start to cry..
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  • Culture
  • Non-Fiction
December, 2017

The Thing about Mumbai Locals

Every morning I wake up at 8 am. I get dressed, wear my expensive tie and shiny watch. Then I roll my sleeves and walk..
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  • Poetry
December, 2017

Remember me in words

I Remember me in words Count the syllables. Recount them. Can you see them Kneeling before the universe? I pray in verse To these unruly..
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  • Fiction
November, 2017

Deliria…as.is

I opened my eyes very slowly; afraid that a dazzling light would hit my censored vision and drown me in pools of dark water, the..
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  • Poetry
November, 2017

Linger

You linger on, Like the scent of a favorite perfume in the rain. I used to try and forget about you, But now all I..
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  • Poetry
November, 2017

The Soul Of This Poem Is My Blood Sugar, Or Eating In The Small Room

for John Cassavetes   Tippi Hedren would be more nonplussed than me, or you—I can’t remember who is who—but she’s playing herself, hosting Dinner and..
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  • Poetry
November, 2017

Last Smoke

When the crickets have slowed to a crawl, the evening having lost its heat at last, when the neighbors’ houses turn chiaroscuro as you take..
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  • Cinema
  • Non-Fiction
November, 2017

From Samuel Goldwyn to Andrea Arnold: the transformation of Heathcliff’s filmic identity

Emily Bronte’s Heathcliff is ‘a Lascar’ and a ‘dark-skinned gipsy in aspect’. With the arrival of Heathcliff, the idea associated with him is that of..
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  • Book Reviews
  • Non-Fiction
November, 2017

Leonardo Da Vinci: The New Biography

Suhail Rasheed shares his experience of reading Leonardo Da Vinci's new biography by Walter Isaacson
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  • Art
November, 2017

Visual Art by Leonard Kogan

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  • Fiction
October, 2017

Relief Patterns, June 1952

Relief Patterns, June 1952 Seismic gap: A segment of an active fault zone that has not experienced a major earthquake during a time period when..
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  • Poetry
October, 2017

A collagist tagged the sky

The sagas break like a new moon covered in tickets Hammer camp wow, auto parts and her ankle rehab True stick death, slow seasons, sunswim..
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  • Fiction
October, 2017

The Case of the VIP Towels

I “Shit, jana padega. There’s been a break-in in some MLA’s house. Tell me Begum Sahiba, why does this happen every time we have a..
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  • Fiction
September, 2017

Dire Situations

When Mr. d’Foos-Fong told Mrs. d’Foos-Fong he was going to kill himself, she said, “I am at a loss for words. But of course do..
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  • Music
  • Non-Fiction
September, 2017

Teaching the Harlem Renaissance

I Skyped with four eighth graders seated in someone’s living room while someone’s grandma puttered around in the background, obviously eavesdropping on our chat about..
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  • Culture
  • Non-Fiction
September, 2017

What They (Don’t) See

Starting in level 1, we began getting evaluations each spring. They checked boxes to indicate our progress in four categories, and now I can’t remember..
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  • Fiction
September, 2017

Trio’s

You’ve got to give a little, take a little, And let your poor heart break a little. That’s the story of, that’s the glory of..
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  • Fiction
September, 2017

The Master Carpenter

Charles Willett appeared both defeated and stoic while seated at the slab-table he’d fashioned years earlier from the choice reddish-brown heartwood of a Kentucky Coffee..
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  • Poetry
September, 2017

Legacy

she has inherited her father’s cracking bones and her mother’s dimple   she stands in front of the mirror, Ma’s green dupatta resting against her..
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