-Tishyaa Sehgal
Generation after generation we have been teaching our kids that the sky is blue. Is it though?
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Madhubani Art
-Shraddha Rai
Madhubani art, originated in the Mithila region of Bihar. The eye-catching geometrical patterns used in it, form the essence of any Madhubani painting.
Continue readingGreen or empty vale
-Rinchen Angmo
A green vale. She was walking in the space in-between. The magical space between the stream and the grass. Magical? well, let’s just call it an otherworldly realm. It’s quite a happy place, at least happier than the tangible world. You have to balance well as you walk along. She suddenly saw a raven chase an eagle; even in this far away realm you couldn’t escape the tangible world’s sky. but that’s okay.
Continue readingI think we all do enough
-Poorvi Parakh
I think we all do enough, you know
Yet we end up this way, feeling hollow
Today I walked into my balcony to watch the sky turn pink
-Prerna Kejriwal
Today I walked into my balcony to watch the sky turn pink
While I waited
Continue readingSuccess.
-Robert Lianzathang Hangzo
If a layman on the streets asks you, “What do you mean by success?”, how would you possibly answer it? Would you tell him that success means picking himself up off the street and capitalising on his limited talents and intellect? Or, what would you define intellect as? If one of these questions struck you, this read will be an interesting one for sure.
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The death of my ego
-Tishyaa Sehgal
I feel no love, no self worth, no life, for the first time in my life I feel truly empty and while I know many people love me I feel unlovable, like no one will ever look at me the way I’ve always dreamed of. Maybe it’s because I have valued other people’s opinions over what I have always wanted to be.
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February long gone
-Shania Mathew
no more chocolate cigars to swirl in hot coffee,
no more hitting snooze for twelve more minutes of warm quilt goodness.
cup noodles were our excuse to stay warm amongst many other things.
Raw Whispers 