From the Editor’s PC – Yashasvini Verma
vox populi noun the opinions or beliefs of the majority Whilst creating this issue, I thought of this short Latin phrase a lot. As much as we like it, or we don’t, there are so many things we do or…
The Disney Princess Dilemma – Tanvi Jain
As I was researching for this article, I decided to ask Google, “who is a princess?” While the definition came up as expected –– ‘daughter of a monarch’ or ‘spouse of a prince’, the image results really intrigued me. In…
Plotholes and Popcorn – Ishita Gupta and Tanvi Kamra
We are public about this — we are huge fan girls but being one doesn’t make us blind to the significant misrepresentation that comes along with the glimmer of chandeliers at the Yule Ball and the questionable tickling in our…
Louis Malle’s “Choses Vues à Madras”: The Cinematography of Capturing Bharatanatyam – Aliyah Banerjee
https://youtube.com/clip/Ugkx3yYkEBiiufw1lh-KcsJe8jm8yB4U97hn (link to YouTube clip of video) A harsh sound rips into the viewer’s ear, the sound of the teacher beating out the taal on the mani kattai. The montage commences with a close-up of the young students of Kalakshetra, with rigid backs…
Shiny New Toy – Samiksha Dubey
A realization dawned upon me recently, perhaps a little too late – we never discarded the habit of becoming obsessed with that one racecar, or barbie, or teddy at the age of five. That habit has stayed with us, in…
There Is No Fault in Our Stars – Ananya Mishra
Dearest Hazel Grace, We are the same. Yet we are not. For starters, we both constantly feel like our final moments have arrived. However, pitting asthma against lung cancer is like comparing a wilted flower to a bud stepped on…
Flowers that Brightly Blaze – Stuti
“Do you know why we have the Sunflowers?” Hannah Gadsby, an Australian comedian asks about Vincent van Gogh’s famous flowers. “It’s not because Vincent van Gogh suffered. It’s because Vincent van Gogh had a brother who loved him. Through all…
Michael Jackson: The King of Pop – Advaita Tyagi
Michael Jackson is perhaps the one person whose impact on pop culture is so immense that it is unimaginable to think that it could ever come to an end. The culture that arose amongst the people during his time was…
James Dean and Jung Kook – Vasudha Sharma
Dressed in crisp black suits, BTS or the ‘Bangtan Boys’ entered the James S. Brady Room of the White House where they spoke about the continuous rise of hate crimes against the Asian community in America, minutes before they met…
Ready or not, hair we are – Stuti
If you peel back the layers of Rapunzel’s hair in Tangled, you will be able to see how complicated animating 3D hair can be. Back then, Disney mainly focused on straight hair, building on its previous 2D looks. Getting from…
Your Words – Tanvi Kamra
Be it the hyphens in Dickenson’s poetry cascade, Or the shards of champagne glass in Swift’s lyrics. Be it the roads of trodden, untrodden leaves in Frost’s lovely, dark and deep woods, Or the paths in Steele’s novels plucking on…
Letting My Story Slip – Anonymous
made a strategic ‘joke’, testing the waters– saw the whatsapp forward you sent, my hope falters; sometimes all i want, is to react to those comments- not hold my breath, bite my tongue, because to you the spectrum of…
God’s Plan (student edition) – Yashi Sharma
In the heavens high above, God, his angels (Ted, Sam and Trixie) and a mediator gather to ideate the most demanding project they’ve had in a while: a high school senior. ~~~ Mediator: The Board of Creators, led by the…
Harry Potter: A Pop Culture – Anisa Arora
Harry Potter is more than just a piece of fiction. For me as well as for other millions of potter heads out there, it is a belief, a religion, and a popular culture It made me believe in a different…
From the Editor’s PC – Yashasvini Verma
Some parts of the write-up below are fiction, and others are not. You can decide. Friday, 3:04 AM The first thing I register as I open my eyes is that my project work is not on the screen. Sure, there’s…
To Be in Love with Everything – Adya Chauhan
Seasonal feelings. Sundry skies upon me, There is warmth in my chest. My shadows are resting, The sun is soothing for once And my ghosts allow me to dream this time. I wonder, I wonder If I’ll curdle again this…
December for a Schoolgirl in Delhi – Aliyah Banerjee
December for a Schoolgirl in Delhi is when the city that never sleeps is suddenly lulled into a slumber so deep, that no lullaby must be sung, no dust must enter her nostrils, no worries must penetrate her dreams.…
A Place in My Mind’s Maze – Ishita Gupta
I walk down the cobbled pathway, my head down. For a reason unbeknownst, I always felt comfortable walking with my head down. Not from shame, or guilt. No. I just felt better like that. I just did. The cobbled pathway has changed,…
We Need to Talk About Periods – Stuti
Just a few days ago, a friend and I were talking. In our long conversation, we didn’t just procrastinate on completing our English project; we also ended up talking about periods. As one does. It wasn’t a “God, periods suck.…
Tunes of Black and White – Ishani Singh
As the fingers land on the keys And allow the melodies to seize A sense of escape palpates From all the melancholy that lays With each note plunked A chunk of solace is pumped From the treble clef to…
An Unwanted Adventure – Vaagisha Kanwar
It is often believed that walls have ears and Cordelia would receive a shocking reminder of this later in the day. The day started plain and uneventful, even more so than the past few days which had been as exciting as a…
The Siren’s Song – Tanvi Jain
Perched on a bed of rock Surrounded by the gushing sea A siren, exquisite and bewitching Beckons sailors silently Then she opens her mouth to sing A golden, dream-woven melody Desires, deep and dark Want, from the…
Under the Microscope: The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo – Parvathy Chaithanya
Content/Trigger Warning: Some part of this piece deals with a plotline that deals with suicide. Reader’s discretion is advised. “I’m under absolutely no obligation to make sense to you.” – Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo…
The Beauty of Monotony – Samiksha Dubey
I sit here staring at this box of a room, a cage rather, all alone. Secluded from the usual bustle, which is probably proceeding without me, miles away. The white walls around me, which were left blank to create the…
Just Outside of Nebraska – Avni Jain
In the diner, We were all alone. Looking at each other From the far side of the table. The red color walls, And the black and white tiles; Radio songs and The background noise. In a small, tiny…
Myrtle – Saara Mathur
Myrtle here, is a friend of mine, The truest friend indeed, She helps me when I’m feeling sad, She holds me when I weep. Myrtle never lies to me, Myrtle always tells the truth, She never hurts me and trusts…
Venere Vulgare, Venere Celeste – Vasudha Sharma
The female body has been the unfortunate subject of the unabashed male gaze which was encouraged by the age-old institution, patriarchy. Sigmund Freud’s dichotomy, ‘The Madonna-Whore Complex’ is an accurate summary of the two lenses through which women are perceived,…
Bittersweet (Anadiplosis) – Vrinda Rastogi
If I knew Knew wherever I stood I stood prosperous Prosperous a cafe I would create Create to create You’ll find it filled Filled with hot desserts topped Topped with chilled ice cream Cream of the crop just for…
Get Up and Go Again: The Biggest Lesson Sport Has Taught Me – Yashasvini Verma
It’s nothing new to hear if you’re a sportsperson, a coach, a journalist, a fan— really anyone who has any connection to or interest in the sports industry. It’s what is said after a bad team loss or an individual…
Waking Nightmares – Anjali Bansal
Lying on the blood-soaked ground, rasping breaths surrounded her. Her own echoed as she shut her eyes, marking her alive among the dead piling high. The war drums still sounded in her head, the horror of her sword cutting off…