Orange Juice or Apple Juice? – Grisha Gautam
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…