Writings Submitted

By Sarah Daniel My fingers twitch, and my body trembles in horror. I had done it again. Guilt floods my system, only to be swiftly...

By Sarah Daniel Chaos resounded. Cheers, cries, triumph, sorrow—a cacophony seemed to bleed even though I shut my ears. Horns and...

By Plaksha Srivastava I sleep everyday thinking tomorrow will be better. That when I wake up, the melancholic cloud around my head will...

By Plaksha Srivastava I look at him and my thoughts start to wander- the pending assignments, the unrequited friendships, the lovelorn,...

By Khushi Seth Everybody wants to be "unique" but nobody wants to be an "eccentric", an outcast so to say the least; Everybody wants to...

By Khushi Seth "What will I make of myself?", I wonder oft, disparaged by a nagging sense of supposed "self-realisation". Realisation...

By Aayushi Bhowal "Hush! Don't cry my dear, mumma is always there for you" she said as she made her crying daughter silent. Scorching...

By Myra Gupta In a world where every idea is copy pasted and cultivated into ‘trends’, it’s hard to find a place for your niche while...

By Myra Gupta Two shining stars combust into flames when they meet, a nebula of violence and beauty. I often wonder whether these stars,...

By Myra Gupta She told the moon about them, and she smiled. She smiled at figments of embrace in her mind, woven into a fabric of...

By Myra Gupta The woodpecker leeches onto the tree looking at the nightingales chirping, admired by every fox. But she’s the only one...

By Myra Gupta Gazing at a reflection fills me with unrelenting truth. It floods and roars inside my veins, aching to burst into my soul....

By Zara Habib All bound to make me suffocated,I felt peace nowhere until I walked towards "Him",light came surrounding me,making me feel...

By Kasturi Sinha Politics is the process by which societies make collective decisions. It encompasses the activities, actions, and...

By Kasturi Sinha Silence, often overlooked in a world filled with noise, holds a unique and powerful significance in our lives. In a...

By Kanan Rana An old man in his eighties carried a bunch of bouquets Across the street; where trees stood high with intermittent patches...

By Drishti Kedia In the dead of the night, two friends so defeated by love and grief and all things human talk of god and His wars....

By Drishti Kedia Is love an art or science? Complicated questions like this, I hope, alters the way you perceive things, completely in...

By Drishti Kedia I write until my body becomes clay, and my lover's hands, the potter's. I write with, and without inhibition. So to say,...

By Drishti Kedia Early mornings, I know Mama's in the mandir, the agarbatti hanging in the air; god, come down, god, see me, god, take my...