From the Editor’s PC – Yashasvini Verma
In between the end of something, and the start of something new, there is a moment of stillness and silence, a brief pause which doesn’t quite get completed when the…
In between the end of something, and the start of something new, there is a moment of stillness and silence, a brief pause which doesn’t quite get completed when the…
I sit by myself, in the little corner tinted green. It was curious, the colour. The checkered tablecloth, the tiny cups, the frosting on the cake I regret ordering- all…
The following poem is written in Terza Rima, a style pioneered and popularized by Dante Alighieri, the popular Italian renaissance poet. The style is characterized by interlinking of stanzas, symbolising…
I look up at the sky, which casts Iridescence in my eyes, splitting Their sparkle into a thousand hues. It reminds me of the time we spent together, Seated on…
After the crash of her getaway car, she lay on the holy ground as the midnight rain freckled her face, She deafened herself to the cameras’ clicks and the high…