My Special One
By Susheela Jayasimhan When the wind blows, pulling me Towards the emptiness of life, All I hear, the countless whisper Of myself who...
The Evolving Generations
By Ray Bhushan In the earlier generation of our parents and grandparents, people used to watch shows on a television that were shaped...
Durga Puja: An Emotional Experience
By Aranya Bhattacharyya Every year around the months of September and October, West Bengal gears up for one of the largest celebrations...
Chapter 5 : Red On A Busy Day
By Aaileen Sarwar Syed I am a true hypocrite. I don't really think I have ever put this out like this, but I have little regard to my own...
Death Is Love Is Death
By Shaunak Bakshi None can dodge the inevitable embrace of death. It seems to be an unjust albeit necessary feature of existence- all...
Time Is Running Out Of Time
By Shaunak Bakshi The beauty of time lies in the fact that no moment lasts forever. Every event occurring in our lives is fleeting and a...
Role Of Architecture In Nation Building
By Tanaya Manchekar [- Architecture and Nation Building – Smart city mission – Slum development – Economic development – Effect of...
What Is Architecture To Me?
By Tanaya Manchekar Architecture to me is about re- creating space. It means to imagine “light weight” experiences in personal or urban...
An Indian Through And Through
By Sanaa Shaikh It was the November of 2017. I was visiting Dubai for the first time and my eleven-year-old self was completely and truly...
Adolescence
By Sanaa Shaikh How do I begin to describe what being an adolescent feels like? Its terrifying, yet mesmerising at the same time. You...
Mirror for My Muse
By S. Viswanathan Wisdom lies not in playing the right cards, but in discarding the rest. It should not be taken as an offense if the...
Solidarity, What A Funny Feeling.
By Uroosah Ehsan I’d never known its true power until it had a hold over me. It feels like I’m disappearing into a bottomless pit, the...
Confession
By Ankur Das I'm not the perfection that you are trying to find in me. I'm just as imperfect as your old grandfather whom you don't take...
Life Is To Live Or Exist
By Viji Nair We often hear people saying I quote: ‘I have not lived my life’. There is a very thin line between living your life and just...
Price of Partition
By Mukta Passi The Partition left an indelible mark on the history of many families of the subcontinent. My Nani's family was one of...