“This was my city, where I spent my childhood. I called it home because that is what home meant.” Read about the city of Delhi becoming home, and a listicle of childhood memories revived.
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A Blank Canvas
“As for me, a blank canvas is still the most beautiful piece of art.
Free to become a master piece, whatever the artist wishes to see.”
The Autumn Leaf
He has been sculpted like a painter and painted like a sculptor. All the poetry is for him, for the dead Maple leaf, the thousand stanzas that a poet creates is just for him, the innumerable colors of life, of celebration, of sacrifice, that a painter’s brush creates, is for him. It is for the withered, surrendered, dead Maple leaf.
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Madness
“I think madness is the privilege of seeing something in a unique way…”
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Coming Through
By Trishala Sabnis To view her other artwork click here.
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A Day At The Met
A small glimpse into the United States largest and most known art museum, ‘The Met’ (The Metropolitan Museum of Art). It is an attraction for anyone with an eye for creativity, serving as an inspiration to locals and tourists alike.
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Moonlight
Moonlight. Not the moon. Not just yet. I walk on the street. There are buildings. And trees. I dread them in the night. I must’ve shuddered mentally.And I keep walking. And it keeps getting brighter. “Oh God,” I sigh. I don’t know if I want to see it just yet. I like the moonlight. I…
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A Letter to van Gogh
By Krishna Advani Background Image: Google Images Dear Vincent van Gogh, I am not going to insult your pain by pretending to know what it is that you went through. All that torment and defeat must have caused more horrors for you than your pieces of art will ever reflect. But whatever empathy I do…
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An illusory irony
A sequence of seeming nothingnesses lasting seemingly short. An illusory irony: And I sit there, watching the sky invert colours from a clear, pastel blue to a splotchy pink, like it’s reversed itself—inside out. And I know what that sky looks like because whenever this happens, I look at it. And I look at it…
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Catharsis
More than being ethical, I’d like to think of honesty as a brilliant means of catharsis. To rid oneself of living with a lie single-handedly beats the guilt staring you in the face. I guarantee you that. I guarantee you the catharsis.
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Against The Tide
By Trishala Sabnis
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Our Own Masterpieces
I often wonder what people think when they say, “I’m waiting to fall in love” or “I think I’m finally in love”. The problem with us is that we don’t know the value of self love. Of self respect. It’s so uncommon to love yourself, that it’s a revolutionary accomplishment when you do so.
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