Off-Season – Madhav Ahuja
Off-Season Madhav Ahuja ‘You still crave summer, but sometimes you mean summer, five years ago.’ Tape I, Side A. I’ve never really liked summers. The heat kills me, sweat’s ready…
Off-Season Madhav Ahuja ‘You still crave summer, but sometimes you mean summer, five years ago.’ Tape I, Side A. I’ve never really liked summers. The heat kills me, sweat’s ready…
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Confessions of an Only Child -Grisha Gautam “And they’ll tell you now, you’re the lucky one Yeah, they’ll tell you now, you’re the lucky one But can you tell me…
The Grandma Chair -Saanvi Pruthi “Alexa? Play where’d all the time go by Dr Dog.” I love nostalgia. Playing games with my online friend-group, crying when we lost. Playing minecraft…
A Sip Of Tea With The Times Gone By ~Pratithi Devmani बचपन में दोस्तों के साथ जो आम के पेड़ लगाए थे वो आज बड़े हो गए और शायद हम…
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My Childhood Memories ~Agrima Swaroop “Oh, when I look back now That summer seemed to last forever And if I had the choice Yeah, I’d always wanna be there Those…
Paper Boats: A Time Machine ~ Noor Chawla Nostalgia, for me, is not just a fleeting recollection of days gone by. It is a heartwarming sensation that sweeps over me…
A Child Once Again -Aadhya Jain Every time I open my laptop and press the tip of my fingers on the keypad, or whenever I pick up a pen and…
A House Is Not a Home ~Aadhya Jain Crickets outside my window chirp in my ear. A lamp’s dim yellow light is the only thing chasing away the shadows in…
Born to be loved; bound to love ~Raunak Chopra When she said she loved The sky, the sun, the moon, and the stars, And the wind in her hair, whistling…
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The Shoreline Of Change – Niharika Sudheer Nostalgia is like a drug. It hits you, takes you into a different dimension and then suddenly drops you back into reality. For…