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By Reeba Reeba

I ran into the garden to find bliss 
in lavenders and these small trips

By Vishnupriya Prabhakar

He looked at her humming to her self in the kitchen. Oh she looked so happy, you could see it radiating from her.

By Arshleen Kaur

My identity? My name
My name is a river drowned in the ocean of forgotten

By Utkarsha Anwekar

Look at your room:

Dust and cobwebs and atomies

By Vishnushiri Shyamsaisundar

On the diverged paths, I stood immotile.
Heart disallowing the cruise killing passion;

By Imara Irahuk Kamu

She splashed water on her face, incessantly, till its coldness paralyzed the blood flow to her face making it pale and numb.

By Namitha Kuttiparambil

I was almost certain I was dreaming.
Placid, while tucked into the warmth of my bed;

By Adya Rana

“Don’t talk too loudly”, they told her
“It’s just a phase, it’ll pass soon enough”

By Monika Arora

Lord Narayan says I run this entire universe with just one tool i.e. ‘PREM’. And I feel this word when translated in today’s language

By Akanksha Singhal

Rising and falling many times ;
Hurdled by the self and called by heart,

By Umera Riyaz

The night time comes,
And I whisper to my demons “go to sleep”.

By Sanjukta Ghoshal

‘Rehana’ - the name that my mother had given me
Glowed bright on the board for everyone to see-

By Rashmi Tripathi

I am free to fly, to roar up on the sky
to feel the sun and to feel the rain.

By Alisha  Ghosh

The daze that you are walking in
Is as real as your little fingers 

By Niharika Trama

I am writing this on the behalf of that night we experienced, how you rained questions on me like Cats and dogs.

By Bhadra Premchand

Who am I 
How was I born
The person who I am today ,
Is it really me ?

By Shreshta Joy

I still remember a decade ago, I would sit up on my bed and ponder, “What is even the purpose of my life?”

By Devyankshi Parchani

Overthinking is a bad friend of mine
It keeps visiting me every night 

By Shivanshee Rathore

Is it just me or the question “who am I?” creates a havoc is everyone’s body?

By Mishita Rungta

After everything life had given her,
She faced it with a smile, but this time .....

By Pramita Sengupta

My quest to demystify identity has been quite persistent, with personal upheavals. I have been going through soul-stirring turmoil of who am I? Where do I belong to?

By Damini

In the noon
While waiting for the one,
Under the fiercely sunshine
Running out of time,

By Vedanshi  Mishra

When I think of my childhood, I think of my father’s coarse hands, his anger that made even the house tremble with fear...

By Anamta Aibani

The first time I smoked was at the age of 10,
At a time when we taught how to write with a pen.

By Geetika Saini

I soar in the wide blue yonder
Playing with the breeze
Frolicking with joy

By Julu Ahamed

As I light this joint
it's a gamble 
what are the odds 
life dealt me the wrong cards

By Poornima Jadhav

I walked back home from the school's farewell party, wearing a black dress, smudged eyeliner and a half-fainted lipstick. 

By Tejal Khorava

“BitterSweet” is a story of Trisha Kshatriya, a 29 year old woman suffering from Depression where she falls prey to “Emotional Eating”. 

By Sharon Varghese 

Oh! depression,
Take a break,
Let me breathe,
Let me stand for a while,