I Wasn’t Always Like This – Saina Gupta
I Wasn’t Always Like This – Saina Gupta tick. tick. tick. tick. It is 4:37 AM. The sun usually shines through my window at around 5. I have an exam…
I Wasn’t Always Like This – Saina Gupta tick. tick. tick. tick. It is 4:37 AM. The sun usually shines through my window at around 5. I have an exam…
Zahra Mukadam “I used to be a mature child now I am just a childish woman”
Softly Scribbled Stars -Avni Khandelwal In nursery, I learnt how to draw stars. I clearly remember the day my best friend, of the time, taught it to me and how…
Everything that is me has a bit of you. – Zoya Negi “People are all we’ve got.” Words my sister said to me at the dinner table. A little box…
Lonely Echoes – Lavanyaa Tripathi Life swiftly passes, I remain still, Bound by unseen bonds, I sit, despite my will. My loved ones depart, leaving me alone, My feet unmoving,…
As Summer Retreats – Manasi Maitrayee You lie in your bed, barely taking half its space. Underneath your favorite blanket in its welcoming embrace. For when the clock will strike…
Yatika Bhaskaran Ascend these vintage steps, surrounded by lush greenery that whispers tales of the past. Each step carries the charm and memories of bygone days.
Orange Juice or Apple Juice? – Grisha Gautam “Orange juice or apple juice?” the waiter asked. A simple question, perhaps, one easily answered by a child with a tilt of…
Yana Suresh उस रात दिवारो पे अपने हाथों से उस तस्वीर को बनाया, ऐसा बनाया के बचपन याद आया, जब दीवार पूरी स्केचबुक होती थी, और मैं दीवार रंगते-रंगते खुद…
Anviti Alok Tiwari With this piece, I wanted to capture the nostalgia of childhood memories in each bubble – fragile, temporary, yet deeply cherished. It reflects on the beauty of…
Love’s Sorrow – Suhanee Raj I have a recurring nightmare- a fast train leaving me behind. The train, full of all I love and adore. I stand looking as it…
A Summer Breeze -Riya Shubanjlee A summer breeze, blew one day Towards a fate of endless days. Perhaps it is the reason why Those memories are so very hard to…
Excerpts from yore – Eira Kumar when did these brick red walls turn into nostalgic pillars of what once was ? i call this my home, my second abode will…
Nostalgia’s Symphony – Diya Mathur Nostalgia is a beautiful symphony of sweet and a little bittersweet, memories. It’s that cozy patchwork quilt that wraps us up and takes us back…
Avni Khandelwal Avni, a 14 year old writer and photographer, expresses her creativity through write-ups and her camera lens and reminisces of times simpler and softer through these mediums. She…
A Wistful Malady -Vidisha Tripathi Garlands hug my neck, Winged angels bug beauty, My eyes roam taking in, Admiring this fruitful home, Transporting me back, Toward late nights, and tame…
Naisha Parnandy The thing I miss most about being a child is not having back pain.
The Chair – Deveshi Tandon I look at the empty chair, where you once sat. I still call it your chair, for it was never just a chair for me.…
The first grave -Riddhi Malik I don’t want to be here anymore, Holding funerals up in my eyes, For people I mistook for homes. Being homesick for just some broken…
A Twenty-first Century Classroom – Alvina Parvez Walls of I, a twenty-first century classroom. There is no end to this story, just as there is no beginning. Youthful souls come…
What If? -Grisha Gautam There’s a hollow ache in the chest, a phantom limb of the heart, for a life never lived. It’s a yearning for laughter shared in sun-dappled…
Fireflies and Scraped Knees – Grisha Gautam It used to be so simple. Trust bloomed as easily as wildflowers in spring, a boundless faith in the world’s inherent goodness. Tears…
Of all I was. – Aditi Mish People often ask me wouldn’t you like to be a child again? To be five, or seven or ten or maybe even an…
Shreya Mathur Nostalgia, an intricate dance of shadow and light, intertwined in a blanket of memories, some beautiful, some equally painful, but all of them perfect. As I sit here,…
Pratithi Devmani Lost in nostalgia’s embrace, I paint memories with hues of longing, shades of echoes from the past and strokes of sweet memories.
Anvita Kotwal Picky eater- A comic about how the way you celebrate birthdays changes as you get older.