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It is the crescent moon in the darkest night. It is the electric bulb’s blinding light. It is the blank page, awaiting a pen. It is the shell of the egg of the hen. For some, it is beauty and joy, The flowing gown of a bride coy. The clothContinue Reading

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She had a crack. He noticed it, When no one looked back. But he didn’t tape it. Instead, he looked, To find a deep abyss (Which she overlooked) Of memories and bruises. He just had to peep Over the brim To find a past so deep That it surprised him.Continue Reading

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Languages I know; fluently: 2 (Hindi and English), not so fluently: 3 (French, Marathi, Punjabi, in that order). Siblings: 0. Number of first cousins: 9 sisters and 4 brothers. Number of second cousins: infinite. Festivals I celebrate: 10.4 Festivals I want to celebrate: 19. Times I have been asked toContinue Reading

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In the month of May, the Sun turns towards the Tropic of Cancer, the rich turn towards hill stations and beaches, and the poor join their hands towards the sky. The heat slowly builds up, gradually increasing the price of ice creams. Iced water, which would be given free aContinue Reading

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For what reasons do people live? I have been searching inside my head, mostly in the form of unanswered questions. But I guess it all comes down to this. Now, I like to think that life does not have any purpose, you can just simply live! ​1. Food: I definitelyContinue Reading

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Thunder is the colour of lightning in the darkest night sky: the shocking purple that stuns the sky for a millisecond. It is a flabbergasting colour, the one that catches the eye third in a room of all colours, after the brightest red and white.  Often accompanied by a loud,Continue Reading

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Dear Stranger, I hope that you find this letter in a readable condition, since I thought it would be difficult to preserve a thing for a hundred years. I’ve tried to print this on plastic and seal in a bottle with a cork and leave in the Arabian Sea, theContinue Reading

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The morning after Diwali was always the longest. ​Diwali was usually in October, when the rains had decided to retreat from this terrifying land. This terrifying land, because the people couldn’t decide whether they wanted to be friends, or enemies. Whether they wanted to care about the land, or theirContinue Reading

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This was War. Angry and anxious, Fera could feel the war drums pulsating in her veins. As if her heart could burst inside her, and coat the land with her blood, along with many others. She shivered in the cold wind, but she was not sure if it was fromContinue Reading

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I was born in one city, brought up in another, and I think I will shift to a third. But I want to live in the fourth. Where is everyone, exactly? Where are we going, and where are we looking, and where are we breathing freely? I think in this messContinue Reading