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...

By Krupa Elsa Saji He gallops around the room, as if there's nothing in this world that he has to be concerned about. His fears are up...

By Nithin Kota Just heard of a very interesting point. The sun loved the moon so much that it died everyday just to let her breath. While...

By Amit Vijay Jadhav जो सोने न दे वह सपने होते है से.., जो पुरे ना हो वह सपने होते है, यह सफर तय कर लिया था उसने! जिंदगी से थक हार कर मौत...

By Akarshan Khatri It's not on us to decide, whether to be in a moment or not. We are there either in this one or the other, but we are...

By Akarshan Khatri Rarely in life, someone walks in your frame... And change the way you look at things, your experiences, the colours in...

By Akarshan Khatri Life is not always hunky-dory, every now and then comes a downward slope. Uncertainty surround, questions abound,...

By Akarshan Khatri When glass breaks, it's pieces cover more ground than what it's original structure did When pieced back together each...

By Akarshan Khatri Imagine our thoughts are vehicles, running on the roads of our mind. I just wish there were enough traffic patrollers...

By Akarshan Khatri As a child what scared us the most were monsters under the bed. As a grown up now, what haunts us are the feelings...

By Akarshan Khatri What began as a struggle is now going to end in a triumph. But triumph only of the purpose, not of the wishes and...