Two things have always fascinated me as a child- words and crosswords. Which word should I say? How do I say it? Can it, in its barely ten letters, hardly three syllables, carry the whole meaning of what I want… Continue Reading →
Yeh mehlon, yeh takhton, yeh taajon ki duniya the world of these palaces, thrones, and crowns Yeh insaan ke dushman samaajon ki duniya the world of multitude enemies of mankind Yeh daulat key bhookhey rawajon ki duniya the world of… Continue Reading →
The lockdown, for most of you, was the most boring time of my life. Six months of staying at home didn’t do me any good apart from the fact that it brought me and my dad closer by giving us… Continue Reading →
“Har bacche ki apni khoobi hoti hain, apni kaabiliyat hoti hain, apni chaahat hoti hain”, said Nikumbh in the famous movie – Taare Zameen Par which translates to “Every Child has his own talent, potential and wants”. As a child,… Continue Reading →
[Trigger Warning] The following reading contains potentially distressing information about murders and violence. Reader discretion is advised. Mrs. Amy Wankenstein woke up one day finding herself alone in her bedroom. Mr. Adam Wankenstein wasn’t home that night. He had gone… Continue Reading →
Never there lived a man With a name that rhymed with ‘The Man’ He was the ruler of all land Of all trees and all sparrows that lived within; Of all ocean and whales and fish and reefs; He was… Continue Reading →
While the on-court action is the heart of the game, the ‘sole’ belongs to the sneaker culture that has been a part of the sport’s fabric since 1917, when Converse released their All-Star basketball shoe. Chuck Taylor would help launch… Continue Reading →
The internet has taught me how to potentially kill a man. Not in a How To Get Away With Murder or Gone Girl-ish way but in a what if you get assaulted while walking back home and need to majorly… Continue Reading →
Imagine if you were to fall, fall apart at the seams, be another brick on the wall, and give up on your dreams. Blindly going along, you’d be gasping for air, battling what’s right and wrong, thinking life’s not fair…. Continue Reading →
[Trigger Warning] The following reading contains potentially distressing information about murders and violence. Reader discretion is advised. I have to find him. He couldn’t have gone that far, could he? Saya thought to herself as she searched for Chihaya. Of… Continue Reading →
“I now see how owning our story and loving ourselves through that process is the bravest thing that we will ever do.” ― Brené Brown. I was sitting in the most boring math class ever, almost on the verge of… Continue Reading →
“Neil Perry! You’re up next!” a voice said. All the hustle and bustle of the theatre atmosphere made it hard for him to know who it was. Although this was his thirty-sixth play, Neil was nervous like it was his… Continue Reading →
I was watching yet another exciting season of Mirzapur with my friends when my grandfather said the most typical thing, “How do you guys watch these web series loaded with action and abuse? Our time had the best movies which… Continue Reading →
The city was covered in snow as if a white blanket were placed on it. The fresh scent of vanilla pines made me want to bottle it up; something to remember the asylum by, besides its people. A Week:… Continue Reading →
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