At my wit’s end..

By NeS It doesn’t happen suddenly. takes a considerable chunk of life for a relationship to reap for togetherness to cement for a bond to deepen for love to seep. Slowly the differences dissolve, as if they were ever none. Gradually, the spaces vanish ...Read More

Story of a lucky stone..

Little Ayaan has found a pebble. Correction. Not an ordinary pebble, a lucky stone. He wants to keep it close to him always, take him wherever he goes and want to avoid all the unnecessary attention around it, lest someone might just try to ...Read More

The Bitchy Night…

By NaSa This night still scares me. Not with its darkness no way, but with the period that it puts against the day. It doesn’t scare me no more with nightmares. But it does with my unfulfilled prayers. It is in its silence that ...Read More

Let the Silence Speak…

–By Procheta Banerjee Chatterjee— As I sit beside the crimson curtains to write about us, All I can gather is silence. The silence that is born out of the realization, that the beauty of a word lies in its absence. The moon embraces the ...Read More

When pink refuses to budge…

By NaSa They say I fluctuate, I wobble, which might just get me into trouble. Well, they are right, it does, it ought more often than not. Do I get scared of this emotional ride? Well, I used to. Who will not, when on ...Read More

The Bleeding Shikaras

By Abdul Kuddus Return to spells of peaceful slumbers…. When the lakes kissed the shikaras in numbers. Ears sing to the rhythm of gunshots… As two landmass fight for scenic spots. Corpses litter the ground in white drapes…. And our miseries end as videotapes. ...Read More

The world is mine…

By Sonam B. Saluja Lost are the smiles On the pretty looking faces And gone are the Eyes with bright shine Everyone is busy Busy exploring new Oldies are holding Only memories as lifeline Still are the bodies With the hearts of rock Bonds ...Read More