From the Editor’s PC – Yashasvini Verma
Some parts of the write-up below are fiction, and others are not. You can decide. Tuesday, 9:05 a.m. It had been a weird few weeks, to say the least. The…
Some parts of the write-up below are fiction, and others are not. You can decide. Tuesday, 9:05 a.m. It had been a weird few weeks, to say the least. The…
It’s 4 am as I’m sitting down to type this out. As my head is pounding and I can barely keep my eyes open, I ask myself why I never…
Trigger Warning: Abuse, Rape, Suicide Her mum was crying by the door and apologizing. Strangers woke her from her sleep and only uttered the words, “You can go with us…
The summer of 2023, I spent in a haze. It’s been a while since I wrote anything for myself or anything at all. It doesn’t feel like real writing, anyway-…
“I know you want to keep me buried I’ve been waking over every word you said; What will you do when your world stops turning? Do you really want to…
In our bustling world, where noise and constant chatter surround us, there lies an overwhelming beauty concealed within the echoes of silence. These moments of tranquility offer us a precious…
Disclaimer: The following article contains the ideas of the writer alone and does not represent the views of the magazine. If you ask any young woman playing at any competitive…
Silence is suffocating. All these people who desire silence, who crave the village life, long for the serenity of the mountains, yearn for the peace of it all. All these…
I thought I heard some voices The whispers, the giggles As I walk down the stairs. Do they even care at all, Or am I just standing invisible? Sometimes I…
The silence that silences everyone, The tranquility which listens to no one, The overflow of thoughts with no intention, Giving the voices in my head no attention. What does this…
Deep in the dense forest In the empty hollows of the generous spruce tree A robin sits alone In the humble nest she put together Waiting eagerly. Her vivid blue…
There’s a town on the far side of my conscience, I call it Ghostville It’s built upon the graves of my unspoken words, reveries, feelings. Feelings I never could express…
The history of India is an intriguing tapestry consisting of tales of rulers and the ruled, beliefs of different religions, and traditions of several cultures- all woven together into beautiful…
Does no one ever notice or at least try to listen to the deafening silence— so loud, so clear and so uplifting? The silence hadn’t always been the way it…
Stop running from yourself. You can’t escape the inevitable. She stared back wordlessly into those empty eyes, eyes that betrayed nothing. Yet, she knew it was a matter of seconds.…
Instagram, WhatsApp, friends, Self-help books – various resources speak volumes about tools to live a successful, meaningful and sorted life. However, I’ve noticed there to be one beautiful tool that…
Joyful Embrace All other emotions drain away, your mind is drugged on its hormones. Sadness and moroseness are shown away without much fanfare, and you finally rest easy with a…
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…
The following write-up is a poetic take on an art piece the creator made. Plastic sheet off the canvas That’s the first step, One has to start somewhere. Falling in…
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…
In a world where black spills from tortured eyes and people drink cups of lies. In a world where darkness forms the core essence and dementors haunt my demented presence.…
-Srisonya Subramoniam
Ancient Greek is a difficult language, one could study it all their life and still not know it properly. For in our world of meta and micro dopamine, the simple…
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…
The holy mother of an innocent child Cradles him in her arms From there, it all begins The holy mother of a naughty devil Calls for him to return She’s…
The following write-up is a poetic take on an art piece the creator made. Thousands of eyes linger on me as I survive, Questioning me numerous times I don’t know…