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…
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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…
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…
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…
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…
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,…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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.” –…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
Rosemary or Thyme? – Tanvi Kamra
“It’s comforting to know that there is one relationship I’ll hold on to for life.” Rosemary? Or is that Thyme? My feet lead up to the stove. I hold my…
Ivory Loneliness – Mira Sehgal
Creaky stairs and aphonic dreams Besiege me as I caress countless spines My fingertips touching limitless sequences, arrangements That somehow make sense. The eld reeks across the room– A faint…
The Candle of Night – Advaita Tyagi
In the tranquil, black night She sat in solitude with twinkling eyes, The music had ceased The people were gone Her dazzling crimson brilliance had been reduced to a faint…
Survivor on the Run – Suvangana Aulyaman
Stood back Took a closer look And realized life was on loop. Moments were broken Feelings wide apart I was racing. Fantasized life to be a competition Thrusting others to…
Experience – Katyani Jairath
We all ‘experience’, even a newborn has, but isn’t called experienced. If your past is your memory, are experiences your past? Everything I do adds onto my experience, everything I…
Dancing Away – Ishita Gupta
Swaying her body along the tune looking godly an artist’s muse. Beneath her feet a splintered floor in sweet dreams a velvet door. Breaking inside feeling insane shaking outside to…
Hush – Vaagisha Kanwar
hush, don’t let little Ana hear, the harsh words that exchange between the pair who call each other dear it’s your voices, your mistakes; but she feels the guilt the…
In the Land Where the Woman Toils – Aliyah Banerjee
Content Warning: The piece below deals with marital rape. Please proceed with due discretion. the man is on strike. 99 hashtags shared. 99 necklaces and the man marries. 99 irritations…
What Connects us? – Avni Jain
The Stranger who Paddles to the Sea, Says ‘Goodnight, Moon’ in joy and glee He asks the Three Questions straight Out of my Mind The only difference is his corduroy…