By Ramitha Ramesh
Grieving isn’t always for the dead. Sometimes you feel grief for the living. And sometimes, it’s the only way you know you loved.
Read MoreWhere Currents Meet
By Ramitha Ramesh
Grieving isn’t always for the dead. Sometimes you feel grief for the living. And sometimes, it’s the only way you know you loved.
Read MoreBy Simran Ramsay
Time moves differently when you gaze at something beautiful. This musing slows time around nature’s spectacle of clouds in the sky.
Read MoreBy Aastha Katyal Pant
A cloud can be a poet’s muse or a poet’s enemy. This piece is one of persistence despite the blues a cloud brings, and striving through it.
Read MoreBy Ekasmayi Naresh
A hauntingly descriptive poem about the gorgeously solemn experience and spectacle that is a circus, from surreal memories.
Read MoreBy Meghna ManglaniImage Credits: Pinterest I was standing on my balcony under a roof surrounded by tall, strong, beautiful big trees moving vigorously around, both of us trying to enjoy the heavy rain that was filled with lightning and thunderstorms. I was confused. Should I enjoy this “beautiful” rain of April or be worried? At first,…
Read MoreBy Jasnoor Anand
A musing about the self-image that the mirror of society propagates, leading one to think of themselves as unworthy.
Read MoreBy Aalia Jagwani
“The stillness in the room overwhelmed me even as I tried to soak it in. It was the same room I spent every day of my life in, but in that particular moment it felt like I was seeing it all for the first time.”
Read MoreWe find ourselves at the same place every year. We set ourselves up for daunting tasks, but this reminds us to be proud for trying.
Read MoreBy Sneha Saha
“Are you afraid of death? Or dying?” A chilling piece on death and everything that surrounds with, written as a short musing.
Read MoreBy Hetvi Kamdar
2020 has changed the way we way a million different things. One such major change has been caused in the way we travel now.
Read MoreBy Preeti Kathuria
“The unbroken continuance, ticking a rhythmic trance. Once housed in the cuckoo clock, flew off in a single rare instance…”
Read MoreBy Ekasmayi Naresh
“Undeniable is the pleasure
of the journeys that spurring speedometers measure… Yet all in the hunt for a destination most dear
to meet one’s own reflection with a smile.”