by Sneha Nath
When he would laugh, every muscle would put efforts to let it show, it would be as if he's never known pain in his life-
And carefree was all he aspired to be.
by Ritvi Shetty
You wander like a nomad
Searching for meaning in everything you do
Knowing but not believing that you have it all, within
by Medha Singh
The next time you shut yourself out,
remember that you aren't alone in any of this,
and that so many of us feel what you feel.
by Rohin Mathew
I was upset because I was soon going to lose my second mom,
And I realised that we were never going to recreate Jerry and Tom.
by Bhoomika Shah
He slid his lips through mine brushing off all the thoughts that had conquered my mind;
You realise that it is all an illusion till you meet the best man you can ever find.
by Aboli Marathe
It wasn't just 28 that died that day. It was the innocence of millions. It was belief that died. Brother turned upon brother.
by Sonali Das
Have you ever thought that whatever has been told is right or wrong, why is it so? Who decides what is right or what is wrong? What leads to the creation of such predefined norms?
by Jai Beri
I believe we need to stop treating our craft as a disconnect or entertainment. It needs to be a part of your identity, of who you are.
by Vasu Golyan
A closer look at the factors that were behind the Modi government's refusal to join RCEP, uncover the superficiality and trickery of the International political economy.
by Moksha Sharma
If injustice and oppression aren't bad enough, authoritarian governments bear an enormous social cost. Moreover, the free nations do not go to war with each other whereas dictators are always at war.
by Aneri Shah
He couldn’t understand for the life of him what went wrong. “Wasn’t she happy?”
“She was sometimes...” Akshita sniffled, “and other times she wasn’t.”
by Saaransh Mishra
“I have no idea how this is supposed to work.” I felt giddy. The prospect of talking to my clone was exciting.
by Yash Rajani
Her body was languid, and she lay prostrate against the floor, waiting patiently for what she knew was inevitable. Death.
4. Open wounds
by Nidhi Sura
I’m not an alcoholic.
I’m not a terrible person.
I’m not a sociopath.
Then what is wrong with me?
by Shagnik Chakravarty
...my grandmother did not simply read books, or love them, she lived in them. She was a thousand pages at once...