Creative Writing

By Vanishri Pokley I remember as a kid when in school my dad never filled in the " caste" column while filling up my details in the blue...

By Kowsalya T “Hello everyone in me, I hope you all living a happy and prosperous life under my shelter. I am everything, I have...

By Kowsalya T Accept it or not... There is always an unsaid inequality exists in the society, if spoken about it, it will be considered...

By Aashi Karoriya I am going to express my gratitude journey. Gratitude basically means being thankful and attitude means the nature of...

By Aarushi Sali I sat there with my headphones on, listening to yet another kid read the same dialogue in German. Page number 75,...

By Aditya S Krishna A Rhetoric on Faux pas and Individualities If you had all the time and resources to do anything by yourself in all of...

By Prasanna . Sunkara Everything was calm around me the cool breeze , the greens , sunlight ,plain music all of them seem to be in ...

By Punyasweta Mohanty This was the end. All the realms were in turmoil. One moment all was grey, the next red. The Valkyrie’s piercing...

By Rashi Kaushik Ella never makes any sudden plans. She is not impulsive, never has been. She likes to plan her day and stick to it...

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By Juhi Ghai Dil ke sitar ke chaar taar, SUKOON, PYAAR, CHAH AUR VISHWAS, Sukoon antarmaan ka who kona hai, Jisse har koi nahi chuu...

By Juhi Ghai You wake up with those tiny little eyes, to watch the gigantic world lighting up your life. Wondering what each feel,...

By Juhi Ghai Dil ke sitar ke chaar taar, SUKOON, PYAAR, CHAH AUR VISHWAS, Sukoon antarmaan ka who kona hai, Jisse har koi nahi chuu...

By Sanya Shah It starts with the thought that the world revolves around you. When God created you he replaced veins and blood with...

By Sanya Shah So, the astronaut I’m in love with is a rock-star. He knows everybody and everybody knows him. Though he likes his space;...

By Jahnavi Amara The little boy’s plastic ball tattered away towards the metal wires lining the house’s backyard once again. But this...

By Jahnavi Amara Maybe I will never be able to smell it when it reeks of snakes crawling up my arms, knives dashing my wrists, leaves...