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By ADYASHA MAHAPATRA
Today it’s about the contemporary version of meWho decided not to jump into the volcano.
By VIDYASREE BINDU
So beautiful it was,I tried catching some...
By Meghamala Ghosh
The eye rolled, turbid, cloudy, like an ocean wave, as it flicked onto the shore, the edges crimson
By Krupa Gagwani
Hello there! I come from the time period between 3500 B.C. and 3000 B.C. when Egypt was being united
By Maithili Mali
a different breathing organ of their latest killdevouring their screams with an indifferent joy
By Rickita Agnelo Dsouza Rickita
The answer behind my dream to sleep,Is only to figure out why my dreams are so deep?
By Shweta Singh
He didn't have any name. I called him Cain.Was it then? When I found a book in that wardrobe one rainy night
By Abigail Ocean
Unlike some outsiderEvil intentions to suppress
By Priya Modi
This is a parallel story of how the two, being born in the same plane, have faced unbelievably converse life experiences.
By Julu Ahamed
I have seen the futurevisions, I cannot comprehend
By M. K. Manisha
As usual it is my another day to be accounted as the 10,439 th day of my purposeless but healthy life
By Risha Sajid
Visions of each other To where you and I are not individuals but together as we
By Harshpreet Kaur
A little girl, at the beginning of her teens always happy and always smiling, she was her mothers' happy pill
By Bhakti Thummar
I knocked on her door, and she opened it. She looked at me with surprise. “Well, what do you want?”
By Smrithi Iyer
By RISHIKA BHATTACHARJEE
The canoe slowed its pace and afloat near my feet in soft rhythm of the sloth-moving cloud below. I stepped on to it.
By Sampreeti K
“Shhh!” said Sophie, “your father can’t know that you know the truth about his filthy business.”
By Ananya Oberoi
The hands that held you,The warmth that befell you
By Garima Bahl
I believe questioning society for the right reasons is more important than questioning it at all.
By Surbhi Raj
Sleep metamorphosed into napsDisappointments leading agony lapse
By Harshitha GR
Standing by and looking around at the restWondering why she is the way she is
By Janhavi Shrivastava
In the ballroom she heard music, she danced to the sad tune...
By Tana Poppy Isabella
She saw me, yes, she did,Or may be not, yes, she saw me indeed
By Surabhi Bhat
Alas, the only thing that I could see myself doing (still do as a matter of fact), is sitting in a corner, holding a novel...
By Susmita Vadhavkar
I hovered alongside dragons and hippogriffs, & swam besides fishes, sponges and mermaids.
By Mariyam Hashmi
If it were upto the pillow of mineMy age would be counted in dreams
By Vishnushiri Shyam
Cupping my face, with his masculine handsHe pushed me into bewilderment.
By Rohit Pannu
Her painted beauty, Non of that made up beauty
By Soumya Bhatnagar
The day the divorce was finalized, I went to the 13th floor, and it felt like a haven. Nobody came up there.
By Utkarsha Kohli
From being chased to living the ambitions.From driving a car on water to taking hot showers.
