I’m trembling now in the hands of a writer, as a wave of nostalgia and memories, flows through my ink. I lay motionless in-between his fingers while he gazes ou

Many a summer, I’ve been here, The heat of April, I've seen. But this April was only fear. The heat of a pandemic, unforeseen.   I’m a curta

Once upon a time, there was a mango tree, Which stood outside my window, high and mighty. Every day I poked my nose out of the sill, just to see, But its fut

Afternoon, 27th September 2080 The season of fall had begun. The leaves had turned orange and were bidding goodbye to the trees which held them close to thei

There she stands, by the shore, as the ocean gently kisses her feet. The waves trickle past her toes and go back smiling as she gives them life with every strok

The clock strikes half-past five and I watch the seconds tick from the corner of my eyes. Time seems to go slower than before. The fault doesn’t lie in the cloc

India is a country that is home to more than one billion people belonging to diverse backgrounds of culture, tradition, and ethnicity. People here walk on diffe

*Research and studies have shown us that time fly faster when we are learning something new. .As we take a step back and think, we notice that as we grow older

The sky is different today, But strangely familiar. It had hung in there throughout the seasons, The past twelve months had passed in a little longer t

I am a pen. I often get confused about my feelings. I wonder if I have any feelings of my own or I only feel those of the ones who hold me, putting down wanderi

Our life is a journey, a tangle of multiple paths. Every journey has its route set for itself. On its paths, we encounter people, places and feelings, that stay

I find myself at crossroads, With more roads than my eyes could ever perceive. Each road wound into multiple pathways when I walked towards them. When I turn

Silence has always intrigued me, for it is so much more than just being the absence of sound. It has many layers to it, hidden underneath its simplicity.  Silen

We, humans, are a beautiful mess. We are an entanglement of nerves and veins flowing along the river of emotions, often confused between the words of the heart

Here is a glimpse of what this edition has in store for you, as we ponder over events representing various facets of our lives and the world we see, which make

I believe sports are poetry in motion. They have the power to stop time and take one’s breathe away. They ride high on emotion, adrenaline and drama, with a lot

I stand in silence, Occasionally broken by my heartbeat. I slowly breathe, Gazing into a pair eyes staring into mine. Eyes, strangely familiar. &

According to the Oxford Dictionary, tradition is the transmission of customs or beliefs from generation to generation. A belief strongly implanted in the lifest

It was a cloudy Monday evening, when I dragged myself back from college, my face buried in the grey screen of my phone. I found an unoccupied chair in the park

In this beautiful world of ours, eyes are often considered to be the gateways to the soul and pathways to the heart. The magnificence of this world is visualize

It was a typical cold Russian evening but the heat was on in Kazan Arena where France took on Argentina in the round of 16 of the FIFA World Cup 2018. France wa

Flags flying high with voices in unison. Feverous chants resonating with every breath and heartbeat. Men stepping out with the stage set to rewrite history and

It was a normal morning at the Burrow, the home of the wizarding family, the Weasleys until the firecrackers which usually exploded in Fred and George’s room sp

Phantom Thread is a brilliant portrayal of a passionate love story where too much involvement in one’s personal space deprives peace in the relationship. Pau

They are witness, Witness to the times, Which defined our existence. Brimming with bliss And embracing sorrow. Tales as old as time, Defining time itself.

THE EL CLASSICO The most awaited match in a football season. The best football clubs in the world facing off against each other. The best players of all time g

As I looked up at the heavens, A wave of delight swept over my body Transfixing my heart, Enchanting my gaze…   A muse never so beautiful, An embodiment of Moth

If I had to be a non-living object, I would prefer to be a pen, embodying ink which would be the medium to transfer the brilliance of the mind, feelings of the