By Nidarshana Das The journey through mental health trauma is one of the most challenging paths one can walk. It's a journey that...

By Nidarshana Das In the heart of a bustling city, where the skyscrapers kissed the heavens and the streets whispered tales of despair,...

By Nidarshana Das In a world where love often comes with conditions, there exists a remarkable story of selflessness and sacrifice that...

By Nidarshana Das In the twilight of her years, the mother, once a beacon of love and nurturing, finds herself adrift in a sea of...

By Nidarshana Das In the quiet, dimly lit corners of their shared world of modest home , amidst the whispers of memories, the echoes of...

By Anaya Pawar Hey there, welcome! In case you’re wondering who’s greeting you and what place this is, no need to  worry. I don’t intend...

By Gayatri Joshi All Carter Sorkins ever wanted to be was ‘invisible’. He loved all those heroes. Stephen Strange in his astral self or...

By Sristy Sharma (Vnée) I cannot say I am naive, because I do understand. I cannot say I am innocent, because I am aware. I cannot say I...

By Sristy Sharma (Vnée) We have to face our Karma in this life itself. Mother always said that, always, on any and every occasion. They...

By Aanchal Ghai Samaira She looks beautiful. I can feel the whiskey climbing back up my throat. Focus! She warned you that this would...

By Devanshi Assija Taehyung’s P.O.V Standing at my balcony looking at the night sky full of stars, I stood admiring the moon which looked...

By Priya Velayudhan In the light of the oil lantern that her mother lit in the evening, Laila’s skin was the colour of chocolate. Milk...

By Anjali Nair Jack sprints down St. Peters road, side-stepping laser beams, burning craters in to the road and jumping over trees,...

By Sanjam Kaur “Something just doesn’t feel right about this place,” Clarison muttered under her breath as she stood beside her parents...

By Ananya Mahapatra Srugam tied his hair up his head and started moving forward deep in the forest to gather some wood for cooking and...

By Iyyalasomayazula Saraswathi Sharanya: Being an only child, I grew up sheltered most of my life, which doesnt translate to me being a...

By Nainika Das A few days ago, I figured that I had nyctophobia and phasmophobia (fear of darkness and ghosts respectively). How? Well,...

By Aayushi The doorbell rang. 45-year old Diya opened the door. A delivery man was standing with a colorful box in his hand. “Ma’am!...