Daughter
The moment I held her in my arms felt her tiny heartbeat, and her baby breath on the shoulder. Life had a purpose, precious and su...
The moment I held her in my arms felt her tiny heartbeat, and her baby breath on the shoulder. Life had a purpose, precious and su...
I have barely survived the, ruthless Autumns onslaught on my ardor, letting the warmth swept away by manic Monsoon, while the Spring ...
Memories flocking: to the frozen surface, emerge from the distant depths, unfolded unfaded uncaged. I try to kindle them to flam...
Muting the urge to voice, while keeping the murmurs to the oneness self... Holding the thoughts from coming afloat, beneath the surface...
If Love is Divine, Why Does the World Prohibit Me From Loving You, O Dear Beloved? Why is there the Apartheid of Pure and Unpure, E...
It’s a boy. A huge thunderstorm broke the silence and emotions flowed like a river. Flood of happiness swapped every fatigued corner a...
Judging people on the basis of their past behavior and track record has been a contentious and subjective debate. The general tendency...
It's the time of the internet and all are fast-forwarding towards the digital world. Hence this time is the perfect peak time to globalize on the internet. If you are a writer, then don't miss this the opportunity to share your writeups with this world through an online platform and that is Shubhapallaba. Read More→
Shubhapalalba is an Online free Odia e-magazine publishing its PDF version monthly since January 2018. Now the web portal for the Magazine is available for Odia, English, Hindi, Sanskrit and Bangla.
The Primary aim of the magazine is to promote the new writers and their writeups to various fields, so it would work like an encouragement and they would write more and more, so we could produce more good and quality content on internet. Read More→