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By Shot in Black & White
it was a Sunday like no other
the sun was a little sharper
By Maria Ansari
I carry a memory of the sacred land
in my heart, regardless.
By Ramyani Sen
My favourite shade, my dearest colour.My personal brand of a happy sunset.
By Aaheri Bose
By Aparupa Chattopadhyay
The next bell, I do not hear,That sadly becomes the last...
By Swasti Jain
Brown eyes are natural mascara,Coffee from the people that make them
By ROOPAL JAIN
there’s a reason to my obsession
when red and yellow abandoned me in a land...
By Mayank Pratap
By Sarodiya Ghosh
By Anjaly Menon P V
Consoled ma with confidenceOh! my white uniform you were
By Debangana Das
By Ayush Arya
we clicked multiple photographsfelt enormously nice vibes...
I dream of sinking myfeet in glorious, golden sands...
By Geanice Gee
She went into my uncle’s bathroom
To see where the red stain came from....
By Rhea Gangavkar
By Harsha Agrawal
Your hands ran along my hair and then my bare hands like they were memorizing parts of me...
By Kesavan Nampoothiry
By Anushia Ningthoujam
The memories etched into my mind,huddle up like a thunderstorm, yet to crack.
By Neeraj Manral
By Karnika Chauhan
Try, because not many do
And then try to live with it
शिव कुमार कुशवाहा
By Roulie Singh
I stand opposite to the road that splits into two,Like a shaft of hair breaking through.
Sagging jowls and empty eyes
Fine wrinkles and little white lies.
By Kavya Venkateshwaran
But they say it cures itself after a while
Yet leaves your body weak, and your immunity fragile.
By Barsha Priyadarshini
By Rajan V Kokkuri
Dad’s eyes called me, he reached to me caught my hand,
He has things to tell, but words were missing.
By Meghna Muthukumar
But it has to be strong,with one but flat spoon of sugar