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By PARNEET KAUR

“Oh! I can't take it. Another bad-muscular-rich-arrogant man, another masochistic story.”

By BHANUSHI BAGH

“Summer”, what pop’s up in your mind when you hear it. Beaches, cocktails, pools, ice-creams, vacations, playing out with friends.

By Prachi Bhardwaj

there's a silence to the act
of standing at the seashore

By Vidushi Bhardwaj

I had never been a fan 
of the sultry indian summer 
Until I met you 

By Vinay Vashisht

‘I Love You’ breathes heavy,
And something rises,
Amidst the sultry pheromones

By Anushka Nagarmath

and somewhere in my memories we are still running in the heat of the afternoon, feeling the pebbles dig in between our toes

By Sahiti Ramadugu

Yes, a boy and a girl can be in a platonic relationship. 
When I first met my best friend Arjun, he was wearing this blue linen shirt 

By Harsita Hiya

By Gayatri Varma

Blue, Green, Teal — somewhere between the colours our names floated, and with them I let our realities suspend.

By Manisha Yadav

Like my Nani said many times during our summer vacation at her place in Jaipur—balls of fire rained from the sky. 

By Varad Tewari

Walk with me slowly, into the silence of the night
My esurient throne awaits your lambent vivacity;

By Adrija Bandyopadhyay

By Shreya Barsaiya

You see me touch me,
Your eyes following the sweat drop on me. 

By Shreyashi Tiwari

The conversations in the party were flowing just as the wine did in their glasses. The rapture in her voice and the cackle

By ARATRIKA CHAKRABORTY

“Today I saw that two mangoes were missing from the left side of our tree. If I lay my hands on that thief he will pay for it!”

By Nitya Saini

Summers in Goa are particularly humid. We were fortunate enough to be living near the beach. Tourist rush went downhill during this season

By Riya Patil

It was a hot, sunny afternoon and the sun was radiantly scintillating in the bright blue sky. It was the last paper of the final exams

By Kalyan George

Beads of sweat adorned my forehead;
Coalescing into a torrent, lifting the veils that separated

By Prarthana Earla

“Sayali, darling, that was an amazing show”, Neha’s chirpy voice filled the room, just as Sayali logged off from her show.

By Gaurav Tamta

It has been a year since Vikram finished his graduation and he is still not able to grasp a good hold of his life

By Arushi Kumar

I saw people cheering and dancing in the hall when I heard my name “Ayesha, Come on. Let’s dance!” I looked at my friend Sana. 

By Shriya Bhardwaj

i remember that summer 
it's a faint yet vivid memory 
sunshine wrapped itself in your hair 

By Reeba Parray

Now.
I was born in fall twenty years ago.
I lay on the grass. I felt something fall over my eyes.

By Aakriti Parashar

I recently watched a Bollywood movie, which revolved around the idea of live-in relationships. Its kick-off was an extremist 

By Aditi Dwivedi

The chalk dust parted ways with the blackboard and mingled with the rays of sunlight that had lit up the classroom. 

By Neelima Chakraborty

'How's summer?'
You chuckle and ask,
Peeling off that organic mask

By Devdatt Thengdi

We have been enjoying a rather passionate time and correspondence together for quite some time.

By Anurima Mukherjee

Now I run, on sunny misty fields -
In desperate spirits, dreaming to be free,
Summer has come, the birds call out for love,
The days are turned into a joyous paradise.

By Gaurav Bhatnagar

It’s arrival was confirmed the day Papa used to ask us to prepare beds for the night on the terrace of our house in Delhi. 

By Pranati R

Her hair unfolded the way a waterfall gushes down the length of hills. The drops of sweat drips down her neck