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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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  • 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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  • Fiction
September, 2017

THE LONGEST DAYS

Our mosque leans to the left. That’s because it was a church before the Tidesville Islamic community put enough money together to buy it. Apparently,..
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  • Poetry
September, 2017

Brahmasthanam

All faces are one—   so worship the bull at the gate, the elephant-headed son, the rising serpent light, and the dark mother’s womb.  ..
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  • Poetry
September, 2017

The Liquidators

Soviet hazardous waste experts spent an estimated $2 billion on the cleanup and threw everything from converted moon rovers to radio-controlled bulldozers at the demolished..
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  • Fiction
September, 2017

The Bandwala

Sundar Brass Band, most popularly called Sundar Band, had arrived in the city of Bangalore quite early in the morning. Their performance was set to..
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  • Poetry
September, 2017

Your Camel

Tomatoes and cucumbers overcome by mint — green beans hanging from gutters — circles around eyes weepy with moonlight. We sit on your porch, gliding..
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  • Fiction
  • Translations
September, 2017

The leather bag

Translated from Tamil by Jayanthi Sankar She pressed the doorbell. One of the duplicate keys to the front door had been left with her. However, she..
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  • Poetry
August, 2017

State Road Sixty-Two

Twentynine Palms two thousand eleven a salty, old Marine tried to tell me the legend of the Joshua Trees   he spat brown juice from..
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  • Poetry
August, 2017

AFTER BAUDELAIRE

It’s all very poetic To gaze at oneself through a cracked mirror But far more tragic To wipe down a faultless one And find your..
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  • Poetry
August, 2017

A Portrait of My Mother’s Lover as an Anonymous Man

sometimes, you reduce him to this: the place at the back of his head where the hairs have begun to fall out still, he becomes..
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  • Poetry
August, 2017

Unrecallable Events

Circumstantial evidence entertains Thoughts of legitimate rape of the mind and memory Eliciting nomenclature of no men gathered in the recesses Pouncing As if Nothing..
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  • Music
  • Non-Fiction
July, 2017

King and Queen of the Weekend: The Glorious Revisionism of Lorde’s Melodrama

In 2013, Pure Heroine burst into pop culture with a precocious “Royals” that was more acutely aware of the limitations of adolescence and the humility..
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  • Poetry
July, 2017

At the observatory

It is the place where, without admixture or confusion, all the places of the world, seen from every angle, coexist. — J L Borges, The..
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  • Poetry
July, 2017

Out of the Aeneid

Next door a rooster inscribes his cry on the living cosmos.   Overnight my hair has become a nest of aluminum foil   to short..
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  • Poetry
July, 2017

The Final Darkness

“In this big world of adults, observing with my big round eyes, Mum said we are bound by love and friendship and live together as..
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  • Poetry
July, 2017

Skin is Core

Soap dissolves molecule by molecule, runnels toward   the drain and disappearance. The skin is core, outer the inner,   so only the shrinking, —rounding,..
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  • Poetry
July, 2017

FLOATING, FLOATING

Our lives race feebly in all directions. A frozen piece of land at the bottom of the earth… “I seem to hold in reserve something..
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  • Fiction
July, 2017

Bad Pet, Mad Pet

The long black hair of the vampire smelled of wildflowers and fresh soil. I inhaled hungrily, absorbing in every way I could think of. His..
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  • Poetry
July, 2017

Daphne Rises

Look how Mercury dapples the sky & Daphne’s house Faces north; there is nothing to say about the light Except it reaches beyond the heavens..
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  • Fiction
July, 2017

Museum Canvass Rarely Seen

The war was over, but for how long we didn’t know. The streets were filled with debris and fires. As we walked among the bombed..
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  • Poetry
July, 2017

Tangiers

The old narrow wooden streets of claustrophobia with market traders of differing size and health are adjoined by newer streets of many young gazers arrested..
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  • Fiction
June, 2017

Sassanids, etc.

He’d been on his knees all morning the second day when he first saw her. It was the only time in his life he saw..
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