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The Art of Death

By Sneha Saha

“Are you afraid of death? Or dying?” A chilling piece on death and everything that surrounds with, written as a short musing.

A Yellow Phenomenon

“Yellow, always so bright and luminous, capturing my attention to show me that insanity is always the path to courage…”

Another December, another tradition, another experience. But will it be different this time? A short photo-story about a tiger in a ghoonghat, and a must-read for our readers who like reading about love.

Delhi Isn’t Delhi Anymore

“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.

The Autumn Leaf

By: theriptidemagazine October 7, 2019October 7, 2019

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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.

A Taste of Home

…I could sense the nostalgia she felt when she would talk about home, although I never quite realised the extent of it. She loved cooking, which was partly the reason why I used to visit their place so frequently.

House of Horrors

A house, she had heard from others and read in storybooks, was supposed to be a safe haven. A place where someone was protected from all the misdemeanors and brokenness of this gruesome world. But the irony was, all of that existed in her house.

Solace Of The Night

By: theriptidemagazine July 15, 2019July 14, 2019

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….It seems as though the only solace the unflinching night can afford to provide are the stars.

A memory, a place, a world, friends, adventure, travel, life and love in the netherlands

Serendipity

“That’s just life, being unexpectedly, unassumingly breathtaking…”

Moonlight

By: theriptidemagazine June 3, 2019June 4, 2019

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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…

Ecofeminism : A Perspective

By Krishna Advani Picture Credit: Google Images Coined by the French feminist Françoise d’Eaubonne in 1974, ‘ecofeminism’ focuses on multiple relationships, such as the equality of two genders (which forms the basic tenets of feminism), the closer analysis of what constitutes nonlinear/non-patriarchal structures along with what comprises holistic and organic processes for the welfare of…

An illusory irony