To Quill the Mocking World

Nobody warned the little girls

By Samarth Bharani
(5 min read)

Nobody ever talks about the story of the other woman.
Today feels different.

September 26, 2015 · 2 Comments

Her Last Letter ….

By Mani Mahesh
(3 min read)
Blank pages
A few drops of ink
Sprinkled casually
In silhouettes
Trying to tell a story.

September 26, 2015 · Leave a comment

Mask it up

By Jyoti Nathany
(3 min read)

No, you aren’t a stranger
it’s me
all through the day
I wear a mask heavy

September 26, 2015 · Leave a comment

A Drop of Life

By Ankur Gupta
(3 min read)

There were million other drops that were experiencing a similar journey. Some broke into pieces and stayed behind. Some continued with me.

September 25, 2015 · 3 Comments

Delete or Shift + Delete

By Sayantani Saha
(5 min read)

Words had a tough time finding their way from her stomach to her mouth and finally appeasing the tongue to get freedom, freedom of expression.

September 25, 2015 · Leave a comment

From Eden

By Krittika Adhikary
(5-10 min read)

He studied the delicate lines – the fine, defined lips, the high cheekbones and the smooth skin that seemed sometimes pale, sometimes honey-gold, sometimes brown in the changing light.

September 25, 2015 · Leave a comment

A Year Ago

By Kiran Murthy
(3 min read)

We all have options to fly or to stay,

People will come and go by their own way.

September 19, 2015 · Leave a comment

My Version of Word Porn

By Samarth Bharani
(5-min read)

You know those feelings that don’t have words to describe them in English? This is my attempt at defining and putting down my emotions into words.

September 19, 2015 · Leave a comment

आखिरी पन्ना

दिव्य सोनी
(3 मिनट )

सारी ज़रूरी बातें लम्हों की
यहीं लिखी है पन्ने में
मुद्दतों बाद पढ़ना
जी लेना सदियाँ लम्हों में

September 19, 2015 · 3 Comments

Sagleo Series: 1

By Ratika Sablania
(3 min read)

Sag: I am an optimist. If I live, night was good. If not, at least my last words were!
Leo: I am existentialist. If night is good, I would rather stay awake.

September 19, 2015 · 1 Comment

Role Reversal

By Sayantani Saha
(5 min read)
Starting from teaming up the red Banarasi saree with Mia’s favorite P.C.Chandra jewelry, to finalizing on the city’s best wedding hall, caterer, decorators, shehnaiwala and bridal makeup artist, she was knee-deep in the arrangements.

September 19, 2015 · 2 Comments

Wake Me Up When It’s All Over-II

By Chanda Lalwani
(5-10 min read)
“Good morning!”
Relief, guilt, embarrassment, anger, anxiety, and happiness fought over who would get to be expressed first. Nervousness won.
“Hi” she whispered.

September 12, 2015 · 1 Comment

Kiss me hard before you go

By Snehil Basoya
(5 min read)

She felt a bit choked. She could not figure out whether he wanted to kiss her or he really wanted to kiss her, he thought.

September 12, 2015 · 2 Comments

Paper Hearts

By Samarth Bharani
(5-10 min read)
I think I was fourteen when I first started seeing her in my dreams. I didn’t know who she was or why she came to me, but she was beautiful.

September 12, 2015 · Leave a comment

What Lies Inside

By Samdish
(3 min read)

I sought an end to this endless find,

With every moment,

It brought a different state of mind.

September 12, 2015 · Leave a comment

The stimulus called realizations and a lot more

By Sayantani Saha
(5 min read)

Memories and more memories are what follow and it pushes us hard to feel the urge for spending time with them all over again; they, who are just left ignored on the way to our dreams.

September 12, 2015 · 2 Comments

The Ass Boy

By Akhil Doji
(10 min read)
Slowly, Marubozu’s love took an obsessive turn. He ultimately carved out a niche for himself: Dirty dreaming.

September 12, 2015 · Leave a comment

The Old Man who just wanted to go Fishing

By Jane Roe
(5 min read)

They watched her slowly swinging herself on the string and wood log swing they had tied, hanging from the tree branches, many years ago. She had somehow never outgrown the swing.

September 11, 2015 · Leave a comment

An Intoxicated Dream

By Neethu Chandra
(3 minute read)

As the aches
in all joints reign
towards undue friction,
A part of me thrives,
Stays still
even in a temporal sway.

September 5, 2015 · 1 Comment

The Interloper

Anonymous Author
(5-10 min)

By the end of that month, he felt he had known Sandy for – well, if not for all of his life, then for all of it that mattered.

September 5, 2015 · Leave a comment

प्रणय (२/२)

शांतनु जैन
(5-10 मिनट)

पत्थर बनी क्रिया ने एक महीने बाद एक मुड़ा – तुड़ा कागज़ का टुकड़ा लाकर यथार्थ के हाथों में दिया और इतने सालों में पहली बार चली गयी , वह भी दो मिनटों में ! आज न हवा चली , न उसके बाल उड़े , न वह गुनगुनाई , न ही कुछ कहा !

September 5, 2015 · 1 Comment

The Taxi Driver – Conclusion

By Snehil Basoya
(5-10 min read)

“Not possible,” replied Nikhil as he threw two quick glances again – one at the fist throwing a small piece of paper behind the door, of course meant for him to read, and another at Niyati’s deceptive eyes, complemented with a blasphemous smile. He got a bit scared.

September 5, 2015 · Leave a comment

ना है दिल चाँद सा

दिव्य सोनी
(3 मिनट)

कि तब ये चाँदनी भी तुम ही हो
मावस की रातें भी।
कि तब तो ‘चाँद-सूरज’ नाम लेंगी
ये किताबें भी।

September 5, 2015 · 2 Comments

The One

By Samarth Bharani
(5-10 min read)

If you’re the sort of person that believes that there is one perfect person out there for you, who will complete you, make you happy and grant you all of your wishes, this next bit is going to be disappointing.

September 5, 2015 · Leave a comment


By Surabhi Yadav
(10 min read)

Because nothing hurts the undeserved part of a nation more than an uninformed educated class.
(of course, assuming that the educated class is not ignorant, or else that will be worse).

September 4, 2015 · 1 Comment

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