Writings Submitted

By Chanda Arya अचानक अमृतसर जाने का प्लान बन गया था। बहुत अकुलाहट थी मन में कि बस बाबा जी के दर्शन कर लें। आफिस में छुट्टियों की भी...

By Chanda Arya सुभद्रा को घर वापस आये हुए दो घंटे हो गए थे, परन्तु वो मासूम सी आँखें उसका पीछा अभी भी कर रही थीं। उसका मन उदिग्न हो रहा...

By Ritika Garg I never imagined I would fall in love again. After the pain of betrayal and six years of being alone, the thought of...

By Hana Shareen The first thing I noticed about the little girl were her eyes.  They were hauntingly bright, desperately illuminated as...

By Rishav Mantri What is love, truly? A promise, a feeling, a duty? Aakash had always believed love was simple, a straightforward notion...

By Rajat Sikchi Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh The streets are isolated, echoing a troublesome incarnation of a peaceful lilac, a moonlit avenue,...

By Gautam Raman The evening sun washes over me as I take in the view from the cliff face. The sky, such a brilliant orange hue with not a...

By Manasa Sandanaboina In the heart of a small village nestled deep in the woods, there lived a community with an ancient and dark...

By Manasa Sandanaboina Aryan was a young boy with big dreams. From a young age, he had always wanted to become a professional football...

By Prithvi Sharma                              It was pouring cats and dogs the day Andrew Blake was returning home from his office. He...

By Vartika Sharma Lekhak Beyond the towering mountain ranges that separate the northernmost reaches of our country from the mainland,...

By Kokil Sharma Preface : In Hindu mythology, the great war of Mahabharat holds immense importance. The epic is famous for numerous...

By Rameez [ ஏழு வருடங்களுக்கு முன் இறந்து போன தன் அப்பாவுடன் மீண்டும் ‘ஒரே ஒரு நாள்’ இந்த உலகில் வாழ தன் அன்பு மகனுக்கு ஒரு வாய்ப்பை...

By Rameez # Roy a blind young men..wearing black coolers..  throwing a jelly rubber ball on the wall.. it pitch on the wall and bounce in...

By Aarushi Singh “You’ll never believe what happened to me today.” I slump on the barstool as my wife bustles around the kitchen; spices...

By Aishwarya Mary George Alisha Gupta had a daily morning routine for cases that were bothering her. A method to review and hopefully see...

By Abhijna Nagaraja “I would've written you,” he said tenderly, a soft smile finding a place on his hollowed cheeks. His eyes showed...

By Sansha Mishra “ए भोले ! बरसात में ‘ फगुनिया की गुफा ’ के पास मत जा रे, उसके रोनेकी आवाज़ आती है।”  “क्यों माई?”  “चुप कर ! जितना...

By Anannya Dheep “How will I ever see her again?” I asked my mother, who gripped the steering wheel in silence, her hands tight, a...

By Hani Manjunath  Utter silence. Utter silence was all I could hear. That and the thundering of my heart in my ears. She stood in front...