By Khushi Seth Everybody wants to be "unique" but nobody wants to be an "eccentric", an outcast so to say the least; Everybody wants to...

By Khushi Seth "What will I make of myself?", I wonder oft, disparaged by a nagging sense of supposed "self-realisation". Realisation...

By Aayushi Bhowal "Hush! Don't cry my dear, mumma is always there for you" she said as she made her crying daughter silent. Scorching...

By Kanan Rana An old man in his eighties carried a bunch of bouquets  Across the street; where trees stood high with intermittent patches...

By Drishti Kedia In the dead of the night, two friends so defeated by love and grief and all things human talk of god and His wars....

By Drishti Kedia Is love an art or science? Complicated questions like this, I hope, alters the way you perceive things, completely in...

By Drishti Kedia I write until my body becomes clay, and my lover's hands, the potter's. I write with, and without inhibition. So to say,...

By Drishti Kedia Early mornings, I know Mama's in the mandir, the agarbatti hanging in the air; god, come down, god, see me, god, take my...

By Sristy Sharma (Vnée) How should a story be? What must it tell? Does it need to send some message? Or it only needs to retell an...