Letter to: My Pre-Pandemic Self

By Neeti Adhia

For some, change occurs within the span of a single pandemic. Read this letter about advice given to one’s past-self through time.

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Hello and Goodbye

By Aastha Katyal Panth

Endings of stories and years bring with them a sense of closure. But when you’re the writer and the protagonist: do you get closure?

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What Lies Waiting?

By Ekasmayi Naresh

A vivid image and fantasy-filled landscape are presented by this poem about the mysteries of all that lies behind a door.

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My Rearview Mirror

By Krishna Advani

The following poem is on the deceptively rosy picture that the past often appears as in the metaphorical ‘rearview mirror’, seeming to be far brighter than the colours of the present.
CAUTION: Objects seem brighter than they appear.

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365 Days

We find ourselves at the same place every year. We set ourselves up for daunting tasks, but this reminds us to be proud for trying.

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The Pandemic: A Musical

By Bhagyashree Phadnis

“Art never dies, it’s eternal and is
accessible irrespective of time, place and language.” Read a musing about music that transported the author despite being confined during the lockdown.

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Grandfather Paradox

By Neeti Adhia

The discussion of time travel is almost impossible without the ‘Grandfather paradox’ being brought up. Read this article to know more!

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Time in a Pandemic: The Strange and Familiar

By Shivani Chunekar

“There is nothing more comforting than realizing, time and again, that we all ask the same questions.” Read about the familiarity of darkness and the habitual stillness of life in a pandemic.

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Here & Now

By Haritha Sara Kuriakose

Being in the present means being a work in progress. This poem describes the mindfulness of truly revelling in the here and now.

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Revolution

By Aalia Jagwani

The word ‘revolution’ redefined to fit a new understanding of it. To go beyond what the dictionary says it to be, to create your own meaning.

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Time Through Tinted Lenses

A poem about the spectrum of living, growing, and thriving – all through life, through time in multicolour as colours turn to metaphors.

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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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