Sahitya Chaprak Diwali Ank 2025

How many homes can one person have? My first was in a childhood village. A sprawling, tiled-roof house, rooted in the earth, bustling with family. In those days, the very soil of people’s hearts was soft, full of affection. Even the earth in our courtyard would play with our hands and feet. The first time I witnessed what it means to be a ‘refugee’ was in the tears of my aunt as she left for a stranger's house in another village after her wedding. As she left her —her matern

Akashvani and Doordarshan have made an unforgettable contribution to the cultural, social, and educational fabric of India. These mediums have been more than just tools for entertainment; they have served as powerful platforms for education, awareness, and national integration. The Akashvani Pune station, in particular, has become the voice of Marathi identity by providing a stage for Marathi literature, music, folk arts, and social enlightenment. This article sheds light on

You never know what your social media feed will conjure. The other day, an Instagram Reel surfaced, likely a remnant of the Nag Panchami festival. In it, a live cobra was presented with a birthday cake, encircled by a dozen or so ecstatic youths. They celebrated as if they had won the lottery, lustily singing "Happy Birthday, Nagoba!" Following the song, the most zealous of the group lifted the cake towards the snake. The cobra, which had held its hood erect and poised, sudde

You know me well enough by now. You know that my heart finds its home in the wild woods, among the leaves and flowers, the trees and vines. The title, the first few lines… you’ve grown adept at guessing where my stories will lead. The great poet-saint Tukaram once said, “The trees, the creepers, the denizens of the forest are our kith and kin,” and so it is in my own home. In my courtyard and the little space behind my house, a garden of my kin has blossomed. For every tree,

"You strike up such good conversations with a stranger in your first meeting. Would you consider conducting interviews for our magazine?" That question was posed to me exactly 25 years ago by Shivraj Gorle, then the editor of and magazines. Just five or six months prior, I had spontaneously written and sent a short story to magazine. Its publication boosted my confidence, and I had just submitted my next one. The magazine's office was a mere five-minute walk from my home,

The world of books is truly unique. There's a special joy in holding a book, reading it peacefully, and savoring its content. It's also fun to reread parts you don't understand or really love. After we outgrow the habit of thumb-sucking and start taking small steps into the world, we get introduced to books. As we build our connection with letters and begin reading small books, we realize, consciously or unconsciously, that we've entered a vast and magical world. Holding and

For the last forty to forty-five years, I've been writing. This writing has been continuous. It's never happened to me that I've stopped because I couldn't think of anything to write. Something is always on my mind, and I choose the right structure for it. One reason for this might be that I don't rely on autobiographical material. Also, I'm not an author who writes just for the sake of writing, simply going through the motions. I'm an author who prepares for years, studying

Why do I write? The question seems simple, and its answer could be just as simple: I write because I have a pen and paper. I write because I possess the skill of writing, much like the ability to read and converse. But when I approach this question as a creative writer and poet, there is no option but to dig deep within myself. I grew up in a small village. The ways of farming and the soil naturally became a part of me. I didn't like school. Until the fourth grade, I wasn't