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…
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…
MY DIARY IS NOT WRITTEN BY ME -Loraine Valladolid, Liceo de Calamba Dear Diary, This morning felt like the end of noon. I have so many things to talk about:…
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…
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…
Infinite Tranquillity ~Raunak Chopra Fluttering eyelids, Stretching out of arms, An innocent stupor, An oblivious ignorance of qualms. Slipping into consciousness, Waking with a yawn, The faint chirping of birds,…
Pinpricks of Pride and Rivers of Regret ~Raunak Chopra I am growing up and around. There’s a difference between changing and evolving, I have found. Still the same girl, sticky…
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.
Atlas yearning for his youth: An Autobiography ~Raunak Chopra How do you learn to live with the burden of living? (It’s so heavy and so light and so immovable and…
Lollipops – Eira Kumar lollipops are lined up on my kitchen counter. they stare at me, with the look of loss. this isn’t another sad ending, simply an adieu to…
बचपन छोड़ आये हम -Ishaani Chaudhary बहुत समय बाद खोली पुरानी गुल्लक आज, मगर गुल्लक भरी ना पैसों से बस बचे है उस में कुछ बचपन के राज़; बचपन के…
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…
Woh Din Bhi Kya Din The –Saumya Every younger sibling’s dream is to be the only child in the house, even if just for a day. You’d still be the…
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…