Scents

-By Piyush Gulati He woke up in a daze. Last night had been fun. He had found his old school time crush on Pinterest. He went on with his daily morning ritual of stretching his neck in a clockwise fashion and grunted as all of his blood cells seemed to rush towards his pelvis. The…

Te Amo, Mi Amor

-Ishaan Verma When the sun is rising And its mellow rays filter through the curtain I’d look at you peacefully drowned in slumber And finally feel certain Certain for once in my dangerously volcanic being Of at last having found Someone worth being with, and someone worth seeing Seeing everyday, every night And never feeling…

Blood Moon

By Piyush Gulati The beauty about nightfall is that its serenity is alluring. For many ancient civilisations, the “blood moon” came with evil intent. The ancient legends (and consequently my forefathers) interpreted the deep red colouring as a sign of impending doom and destruction everywhere brought upon by malevolent entities. I never believed in all…

Crashing on Asteria

By Jessica Punj Day 23 Survivors in group – 5 Food- 4 days Miles from transmitter – 173 Log: Asteria , enveloped in an ultra dense layer of neutron stars emitting gamma bursts at regular intervals leading to the ethereal afterglows that humans wish to conquer, has been our makeshift heaven in this dreadful situation….

CHRISTMAS EVE

By Divya Dhananjayan The sun is dipping low today, murking gloomily behind the dust and clouds. The streets have a slight buzz in the background, unlike last year. It’s been an inevitable shower of events, mostly inclining for the worse since the pandemic broke out. Oregon, in its utmost beauty, had faced its share of…

The Baton of Freedom

-By Simran Born in the minds of many,Millions, seeking the end,The grappling needs to be free from oppression Had started to ascend. Solitary pacers had begun their journeyMartyrdom in their destiny,Each single-handedly dragged a heavy key of freedom, To lock-out countless years of tyranny. What started in isolated clusters, Slowly consolidated into masses. With each…

“Dear Diary”

-Divya Dhananjayan I wrote, “Dear Diary, I was dumbfounded on what happened on the 8th day of the week. Like always, nobody seemed to remember what happened on Melarsday”. I put the pen down, took another puff of the crank and made a sour face. For a scientist, albeit, getting high was amusing but it…

Fault in Our Stars- An empyrean read

Some of us are bright and ecstatic : yet with deeply melancholy oceanic souls. The spectrum of this is intricately vivid with many nuances and shades of feeling, both subtle and encompassing , and love is the anchor that John Green has remarkably tugged in readers’ conscience while unfurling the ‘fault in our stars’ Through…

A realm of thoughts that we hide in our headspace

Dear Joker aka Arthur fleck, “ I hope my death makes more sense than my life. “ You were that unconquerable bird, which had broken wings; nonetheless it kept fuelling your spirit to chase the lightning in this ruthlessly practical world , where laughter is seen more as a condition rather than a means of…