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Welcome to the community blog of DelSlam. Here you can read truthful writings on things that matter in our lives. Share your thoughts in the comments section.

Wishful Thinking

Wishful Thinking

By Pooja Chandrakar

Drawing plain flowers, eating sour limes.

Standing under banyans, thinking they were pines.

Street & the Ditch

Street & the Ditch

By Pallav Natraj

It was raining early in the morning, a good excuse for me for not going to school.

Free as a kite?

Free as a kite?

By Nisha Shaw

One morning, my son asked me, “Daabu, who says the kite is free? Look it’s got a string.”

Unshackled

Unshackled

By Nidhi Deswal

to divorce what they know
to know what's beyond

Cheers to streets

Cheers to streets

By Nidhi Rawat

To whatever Karma suits;

This path remains the memoire recruits

Womanhood

Womanhood

By Namrada Varshini

My womanhood weighs me down
like I'm iron chained and flung into the ocean

THE SMALL BOY

THE SMALL BOY

By Naina

He had to endure destiny's rage.
What was actually his mistake?

A virtual love letter

A virtual love letter

By Mrinalika Goswami

It was 4 am in the morning and I woke up and I was still wearing that same old faded tee shirt from the last two nights. 

Fenced Freedom

Fenced Freedom

By Mridvi Khetan

Dada believes his world will be free,
the day he achieves his unfulfilled political glee.

My Inexplicable Love-Street!

My Inexplicable Love-Street!

By Mithun Dhyani

I watch you every day, waiting for your attention,
But you always seem busy; ignoring my persuasion.

A DAY

A DAY

By MERCY KIPGEN

I decided to put this up the very next day at 7pm, but as a being and aware of the fact that we are tightly embodied.

FREEDOM HAS THE BEST VOICE IF IT'S YOUR OWN

FREEDOM HAS THE BEST VOICE IF IT'S YOUR OWN

By Manisha Singh

15th August, 1992, the day when I learnt the word ‘independence’ for the first time in my life.

STREETS

STREETS

By MANISH MAKWANA

The morning breeze that makes me freeze
A walk on the streets makes me feel the ease

Home is where it starts

Home is where it starts

By Lavanya Arumugam

It was another normal day and a normal conversation with my mom. She gave me the news 

A story of an Indian street

A story of an Indian street

By Krati Samaiya

They told her not to,
Wear a short dress

Same Streets

Same Streets

By Komal Bhowsinka

The drooping shoulders, the run down arms.
The brown suit man, his bold jewel toned shirt.

Dear Streets

Dear Streets

By Karnika Chauhan

The colours of chaos.
I have been dying to tell you

Pagli

Pagli

By Kanika Sharma

Author’s Note : A memoir (essay format) about an unlikely bond between two
women poles apart.

City Of Joy

City Of Joy

By Inilash Remot

Today it is empty, stationary and covered with dust;
I sit inside and recall but my memories have caught rust.

Adrift

Adrift

By Indra Hatpins

You'd see the string,
And its restraining purpose

Un-Falling for Mr. Stranger

Un-Falling for Mr. Stranger

By Hinali Parab

One day during summer vacation, me and my two sisters decided to do something fun.

Price Of Freedom

Price Of Freedom

By Gurpreet Kaur

Nitya, a young Brahmin girl, was ready to step into her teens. She lived with her
loving family in the busy city.

Streets That I Walked

Streets That I Walked

By GUNJAN JOSHI

Because these streets belong to everyone.
My eyes meet with that of strangers,

FREEDOM

FREEDOM

By GOUTAMI DASNAYAK

I was a caged soul

with quivering pains and silent screams...

A Street Pup is Crushed

A Street Pup is Crushed

By GOUTAM DUTTA

The dust and grime never bothered him.

The filth and muck from the drains was his playground.

Lost in the sea of ones and zeroes

Lost in the sea of ones and zeroes

By Gayatri Sriaadhibhatla

Messages don’t have the essence that those old letters which my mom wrote to dad had...

Hide and Seek

Hide and Seek

By Garima Mahajan

Creeping in your heart like that known unknown ballad.
I do not twine metaphors...

The story of the streets

The story of the streets

By Gargi Khanna

The world seemed so ignorant

The streets seemed so exuberant

Start Oceans Apart

Start Oceans Apart

By Faiz Ahmed

Lost in my deep thoughts I chose to remain alone,,
The feeling of emptiness seeps in

Inhumanity under the quilt of Duty

Inhumanity under the quilt of Duty

By DR. SHALONI PATNAYAK

In continuation of witnessing various memorable yet indelible instances during this lockdown.