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Sruthi Gadam

Editor’s Note

We turn three! Incidentally, we celebrate the biggest edition of kMITRA, with 28 articles and it also happens to be the 28th edition of the magazine! Before we get into the articles, do check out the art gallery we have,… Continue Reading →

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Around the Spotlight

The little one is ten years old already. Growing steadily every day, today, it stands tall and confident on its own legs, towering over most others, as everyone watches on with pride. It’s not without help though. Ever since the… Continue Reading →

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Silhouette-Part 1

“You are boring. I needed something new”, he told her calmly. Even after three months, she remembered every single detail of that day. A dizzying cold  had washed over her as she heard those words, a numbing tingling in her… Continue Reading →

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Husband to my wife

Inspired by the Indian anthology, ‘Urban shots’ The smell of burnt onions pervaded my nostrils. “Smitha?” I called out. “Smithaaa!” “HMMM!” she grunted back angrily from the kitchen. I smiled to myself. “Smitha!” I called out again. I slowly proceeded… Continue Reading →

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Triangle – Part one

She turned around to her husband, her eyes wide. “Should we?” she asked, nervously. Her husband didn’t say anything. She could see that his face had paled, and his hands had tightened on the steering wheel. “Sanjay, stop the car”… Continue Reading →

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Cuppa with kMITRA

kMITRA turns 2! And so, for this anniversary edition, we decided to do a special interview of  all the members of the core team. Enjoy! Which do you think was your best article so far? Divya : In my opinion,… Continue Reading →

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Changing values

Being born into a traditional and conservative family had its own share of setbacks. Personally, for one, logic was always trampled upon. Logic was this little, timid guy who used to stand outside the door, who I always nursed a… Continue Reading →

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Choice -Part 3

Sita still cried every day.  In her family, it would be a potential crime to love out of her marriage. She feared about her parents’ downfall all the time. Her relatives would never agree. But she loved Ram dearly. He… Continue Reading →

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Choice – Part 2

Sita slowly drifted back to reality, her face clouded in tears, as she reminded herself of the harsh reality. Beside her, Arjun slept on, his face serene and calm. Sita had been completely nonplussed and benumbed when she heard her… Continue Reading →

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Choice – Part 1

The shore was very near. Life stood on the edge, beckoning to her with open arms, a sad smile on her face. She tried to swim against the society, with all her might. Responsibilty was clinging on to her shoulders,… Continue Reading →

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Mirrors

“Happiness is an inside job….” – Mandy Kale Leela stood at the edge of the sea, the water lapping her bare feet. She stared out at the exceptionally gentle water. She was twelve, old enough to contemplate the reality of… Continue Reading →

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A Mark In The Market

Delhi and the Sun were the best of friends in the summer. The Sun would hang around all day, scorching everyone, staying until very late in the evening, and even when he finally left for the night, he would leave… Continue Reading →

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The Quest For The Demand Draft

After Intermediate, during the time when all of us were free for a good three months and did not know what to do with ourselves, my mother suggested I should attend personality development classes being conducted in CELT(Center for English… Continue Reading →

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When Red meant ‘Go’

“Ashwadh?”called out Anshula to her brother. “Yes, Anshu”, Ashwadh came out of his room to sit beside his twin sister. “I’ve looked up just as you told me to.  There is a two bedroom flat in the Orange blooms. Mom… Continue Reading →

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World Mental Health Day Special – Little Things

She was gradually losing it. She knew it herself. Tears were sudden in their approach and offered neither warning nor consolation. There had been nights where she would cry herself to sleep, waking up in the mornings, only to cry… Continue Reading →

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