We love incomplete stories, or rather we fear the end that is not different, that wasn't written just for us, before anyone else. We know...

How often do we try to live in someone else's world? It provides some kind of security, thrills, fascination and freedom. Almost all...

For humans, freedom has been the focal point of existence. We associate happiness, growth, worthiness of life, to the point of being able...

We miss the most what we've lived and lost. People, places, songs, movies, books, and seasons. Do they miss us too? Today, we think of...

Is God what holy books tell us or is he one of us? All of us at some point have wondered about his existence and nature, whether we're a...

Oh how it must feel, to die or to give in. We always try to stay afloat but is there any sweetness in giving in? Sarthak, in his poem,...

Stories from ancient times, passed on by word-of-mouth to the next generation are a treasure, a family heirloom. Every community in India...

It was the peak of spring, with the blue hyacinths in full bloom and the sun beating down without mercy. Yet, it snowed all around her....

When challenges dawn upon us and tie us up in a situation that triggers strong emotions, that's when we express ourselves in art - the...

Everything around us makes us feel. And sometimes, life plays like a movie in our minds. When we focus on one of those moments and write...

Poetry doesn't have to be complicated and rhythmic and making sense to the reader. It has to do a lot with talking your mind. Deepali and...

Sometimes, you do choke on privilege when you see your community to be the harbinger of pain and blood. Art that provokes the society to...

Here's a poem by a pure artists - music, writing, theatre - you name it and he has it under his cap. An MA in English Literature, Manas...

Cigarette Smoke In a fever dream, someone told me; Ashes are for pyromaniacs, what cigarettes are for the addict. A research says...

Suspended in the sky The half moon While my headlights Don't see the deer Blood spatters on the windshield The deer cracks it and off it...

Food has been used as a universal element in art always but Nina Powles put a different spin on it in her book, driving us back home....

I never read books until my undergrad, when a friend introduced me to Paulo Coelho and Dan Brown. This means, I read Harry Potter post my...