Short Stories & Poems

Everything That Kills “Me” Inside

By Mani Mahesh Garg:As I pass by...He tries to assault me and get hold of my curves, Which has nurtured him as a child And between which He entered this world, As I pass by…I see the lust in his eyes that tear apart my clothes

The Unread: A Dedication To Malala Yousafzai

By Nazreen Fazal: It didn’t hurt When you bombed my courtyard Charring the peepal tree Leaving a blackened swing On a wounded stub. It didn’t hurt When you scattered the roads With severed heads and dismembered limbs Colouring the streets red Pumping the air with fear.

Short Stories & Poems

Rain: Of Music, Colours And Life

By Purba Roy: Brishti— that’s what people call me by, but Ma always says, “Your name should have been something else—something that relates to music”. She believes that from childhood itself I’m very musical, I find music in everything! I smile at the fact. Is

Short Stories & Poems

Coming Home

By Pragya Lal: Where is home? Home is the land of yellow and black taxis. Home is where the rickshaw wallas go by metre. Home is the memory of cycling downhill in early winter mornings. Home is throwing a tantrum as a child and

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“I Was The Golden Bird”: An Ode To Indian Freedom

By Tanaya Singh: When I flew out back then, it was midnight. I remember it like yesterday, But days have passed and seasons changed. By now, That cage would be rusty and drained, in the blood and hatred of a father’s heart... and tears drenching

Short Stories & Poems

Bonding: The Story Of Love Being The Only True Relation

By Smriti Mahale: Mr and Mrs Vardhan saw those eyes near the Intensive Care Unit of the hospital that day. They were the same shade of sapphire blue. But then, the spark in them had disappeared. What they could see now were only the wisps

Short Stories & Poems

The Baby Girl: I Wanted To Feed Her, Clothe Her, And Love Her

By Swathi Anantha: It was a hot and humid morning on the bustling streets of Bengaluru. I was hiding behind my cousin on the bike so the dust wouldn’t stick to my lips and irritate my eyes. We came to the last intersection before my

Short Stories & Poems

A Heart-Wrenching Short Story: Buddhe Baba

By Sonakshi Khandelwal: "Buddhe Baba!’’, I cried, running to him as fast my bruised legs would permit, panting and laughing simultaneously, “BUDDHE BABAAA!” He sat on the back seat of the auto, his legs stretched towards the fatta or the wooden flank opposite it, smoking a

Short Stories & Poems

The Real Heroes- Women In Afghanistan

By Shruti Sonal: This poem is dedicated to the women in Afghanistan, whose survival itself is a battle everyday, who hide many a secrets behind their veil, whose heart suffers and endures and dares to dream. In the dusty streets of a war-torn nation, Where

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