Creative Writing

By Dr. Apoorva kumar seth I haven’t spoken of my loss socially, writing about it feels kind of cathartic... May be sometimes it’s...

By Angel Baby Our hostel room was silent. Everyone were sitting with their heads dug deep in their books. A fun fact about my hostel is...

By Shivam Lilhori 'Baangi (भाग - 1 ) हर तरफ बिखरे पड़े है चेहरे। कुछ इंसानी, कुछ रूहानी। दूर तलक देखिये बिखरी पड़ीं है कहानी। कुछ को तो...

By Parita Jain Yes, everything is turning out to be obscure, the colours fading, the life is on the verge of an end, leaving everything...

By Kavish Sharma Squeezing the eyes by the peaks of her cheeks while smearing her hands in the saliva dripping out of the mouth, she...

By Mohammad Irfan Chapter 1: Let the games begin As the sun was setting down over the horizon, the crew on the deck of the cruise ship...

By San There are echoes of shore-crashing sea waves folded in pockets of the sea-shell that rests on Eric’s palm. It shouldn’t be this...

By Bhuvana Kannan The Hands He Failed to Hold.. No memories last, to hold them tight The wind blew fast to seize my might The sunlight...

By Najila Yahu My earliest movie memory, growing up, is that of the late-night weekend movie on TV. Mummy would serve us kids supper...

By Kamakshi Aggarwal I am tired of me; I am tired of you, I am tired sorting out the things between me and you!!! I am tired of dusk; I...

By Abhyuday Kiran Hadal As I stared out the ebony paneled, clear glass also known as a window; I could see the distant park with massive...

By Puneet Sharma Read it in sadness. Read it in love. Read it in loneliness or all of the above. I write to make sure you’ll be a...

By Puneet Sharma Space is infinite dimensional house of Grace where there’s no end of beauty, delight and love. Where even death can be...

By Soundarya “Love is a hurricane trapped inside a chrysalis” -unknown “What is love?” Amongst the crowd, a person questioned. Albeit...

By Soundarya A long eerie night. Silence creeping through every nook and corner of his humble abode. Bright flashes of thunders, the only...

By Subhadip Chakraborty “I think the only worthy way to sleep is when you have your arms around somebody you love.” “Whatever happened to...

By Subhadip Chakraborty Dear Dream of Mine, Yes, I am writing you a letter. The old-fashioned way. Like lovers did, in the eighties. I...

By Gagan V R Diwali is a happy Indian festival also called as Deepawali which means rows of lit lamps. It was the rainy night of 2nd...

By Kamakshi Aggarwal एक कमरे को स्कूल बनते देखा है, मैंने आसमान को ज़मीन होते देखा है, पचास साल का सफर तय करते देखा है, मैने अध्यापिकाओ...

By Yugendra Shreepati Bhonsle Interesting isn't it? When someone is born, sweets are distributed, and when someone passes away, a vacuum...