• Poetry
  • Micro Poetry – 1 

    You leave me clues to decipher in the last lines of your poetries. It’s a fun game. But I don’t want to be played. We sip black coffee masking the truth in this bitter liquid. Knowing that one day we wouldn’t have to. One day, we will spill the truth and it won’t hurt. Everything […]

  • Collaborations
  • Look Me Through – Chapter 4 

    AVNI RAJPUT: As the cacophonous sound of my alarm blares through my purple coloured room I move my hand wildly in the air trying to slam the device which has the time 7:30 a.m. glowing in bright green. Groggily I peel myself off my bed as Isha enters my room screaming “good morning”, or at […]

  • Collaborations
  • Look Me Through – Chapter 2 

    CHAPTER 2- SHREY RAI : St.Aloysius Science Block, Boy’s Washroom: “Wake up Swayam!” I knew this was a bad idea. I mean, I could have been reading my novel at home but no, my brother just had to go. “Bro, it’s a reunion. We have to go. Imagine, all those chicks who may have gotten […]

  • Collaborations
  • 3 A.M. Drunk On Procrastination Conversation – Love, Hope & Nutella.

    Greetings everyone! How are you doing this fine Monday? (Has the Monday blues hit you, yet?) Because I have just the right cure for your blues, today.  I present to you this amazing, beautiful and bemusing conversation, I had with this marvelous human being. I met Nihal on Instagram (bonus points to the internet) a […]

  • Guest Post
  • Rather Be Honest (Poem) | Guest Post

    Rather Be Honest (Poem) | Guest Post

    Hey! You crazy lot. Guess what? I am trading guest posts with Nisaa and we have written poems for each other’s blog. She is wonderful and such a beautiful soul. Read her poem and see it for yourself. I mean this poem is perfect and it really hits you. Go to her blog The Down Deep to […]

  • Fiction
  • Together | Ficiton

    together

    Driving each other crazy since the day we met. It was maddening. Your cologne still smells like the only home I have ever known. The crisp winter air represents a harsh irony to our intense warmth. Darling, our passion was at the acme. The only paths unexplored were the downs of our unsolved equation. We […]

  • Fiction
  • Second Skin | Fiction

    second skin

    She loathed the person she had become. How dare she put herself first? How dare she speak without a filter? How dare she claim her rights? How dare she decide to be black and white in this colored world? Selfish, materialistic, rebellious and hostile their favorite adjectives to coat her with. They loved it when […]