bangalorereview.com Open in urlscan Pro
159.89.166.51  Public Scan

Form analysis
1 forms found in the DOM

GET https://bangalorereview.com/

<form role="search" method="get" class="search-form" action="https://bangalorereview.com/">
  <label class="screen-reader-text">Search for:</label>
  <input type="text" placeholder="Search here" value="" name="s" class="search-field">
  <button type="submit" class="search-submit"><span>Search</span></button>
</form>

Text Content

Skip to content
Menu
 * Home
 * Masthead
 * Submissions

 * Instagram
 * Twitter
 * Facebook
 * Email
 * Search


THE BANGALORE REVIEW

Vol. XII | Issue 4 | October 2024

 * Non-Fiction
   * Art
   * Book Reviews
   * Cinema
   * Creative Non-Fiction
   * Culture
   * Literature
   * Memoirs
   * Music
   * Nature & Environment
   * Philosophy
 * Specials
   * Editorial
   * TBR Recommends
   * TBR Roundtable
   * Translations
 * Fiction
   * Flash Fiction
   * Short Fiction
 * Poetry


VOL. XII | ISSUE 4 | OCTOBER 2024


FROM THE EDITOR’S DESK

October started with the delightful news of South Korean writer Hang Kang
winning the Nobel prize for literature. It was an announcement that might have
taken many by surprise, but was also warmly welcomed. I had read Kang's famous
book The Vegetarian, a few years ago, at a time when I was going through a few
upheavals myself, and had instinctively turned vegetarian, in a strange effort
to what felt like finding peace.

Peace is an odd word to ally with one's food choices you might think, but how
our body reacts to the outside world, and and how it intuitively tries to find
calm within the chaotic, is perhaps more about being gut friendly than we
understand. Seeking peace, and finding the resources to arrive at that peace are
both intuitive and informed choices. It is a moving away, that is as inward, as
it is outward, especially for a middle class woman, who responds to her
emptiness in the most natural way that her mind and body tells her to.

For hundreds of years now people have combated violence, inner turmoil or the
tendency to oppose some wrongdoing with either a fast or eating sparsely.
Whether this is an Eastern tendency or a global phenomenon is something that
might be an interesting study, but the quiet force with which a woman or a group
stands up to an entire society and becomes defiant of their own ability to live,
and survive, becomes a remarkable phenomenon.

Good literature, whether it is a protest or not, stems from the same need to
find one's own truth, a certain search for an illusive beauty, that by its very
nature of being so jarring, is both startling and a protest of the deepest kind.
This is an internal run, this strange stubbornness and poetic contradiction, to
not appear bohemian or mad, but instead make the inward protest so deep, that it
begins to speak loudly to those that surround you.

One would imagine that beyond a point all art aims at startling, at pushing
boundaries. We give you October, a small, but powerful issue

Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury
Managing Editor, The Bangalore Review

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Main Category
 * Fiction


DRONES

He watches it drop silently into the trench between the soldier’s legs. Yuri
clenches, as if the grenade has dropped into his own lap. The Russian soldier
scrambles to rise up as the grenade explodes. Yuri stubs out his cigarette in

Main Category
 * Poetry


PERENNIAL DAUGHTER

My mother’s kitchen counters
are forever scented by lemons she juiced

Main Category
 * Fiction


EPITAPH

We found a middle-aged couple standing statue-like next to a new grave, a garish
sign on the stonework reading Ghulam & Sons. I remember finding that
interesting—a Muslim name in a Christian cemetery. Niharika said something about
how sad the


 * 01
 * 02
 * 03


FEATURED WORKS

T
Main Category
 * Poetry


TWO POEMS BY NOREIA RAIN

it’s because i have time now, in these stolen hours in which tree shadows
stretch across the windows and outside, and the air is just starting to drape
itself in cold and to exhale its fog into the golden streetlamp glow.
Read More

D
Main Category
 * Non-Fiction


DIRECTIONS HOME

My earliest childhood memory is of the herd of slow-rising hot air balloons over
the Rocky Mountains. Every morning, my twin sister, Ava, and I would stand
beneath the westward-facing window of our playroom and gaze towards the horizon
as the
Read More

D
Main Category
 * Fiction


DRAGON BOY

I get hungry, so I swim close to the surface. When fish are together, turning in
tight patterns for no reason other than to be social, it’s called shoaling.
Birds I have seen, when I lived on land, do the same
Read More

A
Main Category
 * Poetry


ARK

All vessels have names, even a container ship whose utilitarian appearance does
not elicit poetry. Ever Given. Blood oranges, mahogany, lemons,
Read More

W
Main Category
 * Poetry


WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO WAKE UP AND BE GAY FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YOUR LIFE BUT
ALSO LIKE THE WAY YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO WAKE UP THE WHOLE TIME

There used to be a snag. It was in the chest and like a ponytail caught
Read More

T
Main Category
 * Fiction


THE LASTS OF HER

A high-pitched staccato called out from the street behind, hawking kitchenware.
Streets dotted with Durga puja pandals were in various stages of being undone. A
few feet away, my mother’s rounded frame bent over a fruit cart, busy trying out
little
Read More

T
Main Category
 * Poetry


THE TRICKS WITCHES PLAY

You fattened the pigs in your stye with acorns and beech mast, And with a wave
of your wand, you transformed them into men.
Read More

T
Main Category
 * Non-Fiction


THE HOUSE FIRE

“What?” I stammered, my head foggy from the Nyquil I’d taken a few hours before.
The three kids and I had gotten in late, after a hectic week of skiing and the
long drive from Colorado to Dallas. Somewhere around Denver,
Read More

H
Main Category
 * Poetry


HYPHEN LOG

question mark-comma-hyphen marks punctuated by division upon division
                        a leaving-behind
Read More

F
Main Category
 * Poetry


FANNY APPLETON LONGFELLOW PREDICTS HER OWN DEATH

Lo! Were I a woman bottled and kept, written of as battles bloodied and blessed.
Read More



SUBSCRIBE TO GET UPDATES FROM TBR

The Bangalore Review
Vol. XII | Issue 4 | October 2024

ISSN 2770-0828

Published online every month by Spanning Minds, Inc.




ARCHIVES

Archives Select Month October 2024 August 2024 July 2024 June 2024 May 2024
April 2024 March 2024 February 2024 January 2024 December 2023 November 2023
October 2023 September 2023 August 2023 July 2023 June 2023 May 2023 April 2023
March 2023 February 2023 January 2023 December 2022 November 2022 October 2022
September 2022 August 2022 July 2022 June 2022 May 2022 April 2022 March 2022
February 2022 January 2022 December 2021 November 2021 October 2021 September
2021 June 2021 May 2021 April 2021 March 2021 January 2021 December 2020
November 2020 October 2020 September 2020 August 2020 July 2020 June 2020 May
2020 April 2020 March 2020 December 2019 November 2019 September 2019 August
2019 July 2019 June 2019 May 2019 April 2019 March 2019 February 2019 January
2019 December 2018 November 2018 October 2018 September 2018 August 2018 July
2018 June 2018 May 2018 April 2018 March 2018 February 2018 January 2018
December 2017 November 2017 October 2017 September 2017 August 2017 July 2017
June 2017 May 2017 April 2017 March 2017 February 2017 January 2017 December
2016 November 2016 September 2016 August 2016 July 2016 June 2016
 * Home
 * About the Review
 * Masthead
 * Submissions
 * Archived Issues

Back to Top
 * Instagram
 * Twitter
 * Facebook
 * Email

© 2013-2024 The Bangalore Review.
 * Home
 * Masthead
 * Submissions

 * Non-Fiction
   * Art
   * Book Reviews
   * Cinema
   * Creative Non-Fiction
   * Culture
   * Literature
   * Memoirs
   * Music
   * Nature & Environment
   * Philosophy
 * Specials
   * Editorial
   * TBR Recommends
   * TBR Roundtable
   * Translations
 * Fiction
   * Flash Fiction
   * Short Fiction
 * Poetry

Search
Search for: Search

Begin typing your search above and press return to search. Press Esc to cancel.

Close overlay search
Menu