Essay

By Akshara Pandey What do those old monuments whisper to you as you pass by? What do they say when you run your fingers along their walls, or walk through the quiet grandeur of timeless architecture? When I pass by fading havelis and forgotten bawdies, I feel their silence speak. They whisper to me of a vibrant history, of memories etched into their very walls. The vacant buildings, breathing their last in crumbling stillness, tell me of a time when they were alive filled wit

By Arham Sushma Sudarshan Bandekar रोजचं काम, ह्या शहरातून त्या शहरात खाजगी बैठक वगैरे चा कधी-कधी हेवा वाटतो. पैसा कामवायला तेवढे कष्ट तर घ्यावेच लागत आहेत. हेवा का वाटतो, कारण रोज-रोज तिच-तिच गोष्टं  करायची. कंटाळ, थकवा याचाच भाग होऊन जातो. कसं ही असलं तरी जीवन आहे. कसं चालवायचं हे ही माझ्याच हातात आहे. का आपल्याला रोजचा दिवस अगदी रटाळ झाल्यासारखा वाटतो? मग अगदी पार्टी ला गेलो तरी दिवसाच्या शेवटी आपण बोलून जातो, “आज खूप दमलो!”. ‘अरे यार!’ चा उद्गार थकवा आल्यावर देण्यापेक्षा,

By Arham Sushma Sudarshan Bandekar जर उद्याच्या काळात खरच काही मोठ बनायचं असेल, तर काही गोष्टी स्वीकाराव्या लागतात. त्यासोबत अनेक संगतीतून आपले कार्य पूर्ण करावे लागते. उदाहरण घ्या- दिव्याची ज्योत जशी, प्राणवायूच्या संगतीने ती अस्थित्त्वात येते, म्हणजेच पेटते व उजेड पसरवते. असा हा नैसर्गिक प्रकाश निसर्गातून तयार झाला आहे. एका शक्ती पासून कितीतरी प्रकाराच्या उर्जाशक्ती निर्माण होऊ शकतात- विद्युत ऊर्जा, उष्णता ऊर्जा, इ.  निसर्ग नकळत आपल्या काही न काही शिकवत असतो. कोणालाही विचार

By Battu Vania The Endless Pursuit of “Good” In today’s fast-paced world, everyone seems to be chasing the idea of being "good enough"—financially stable, well-settled, happy, and healthy. But what does "good enough" truly mean? Who defines it? And more importantly, can we ever truly  be good enough? Whose Definition Are We Living By? From a teenager’s perspective, the world often feels neither happy nor fulfilled. So how do we measure "good"? Is it based on how others percei

By Battu Vania  What can we do when life gives us so many options, but in the end you end up with a heartbreak? After reading this sentence ,everyone must have had  some instance of their life come to mind.If you haven't then maybe either God blessed you with strength to withstand the strongest storms. or you still haven’t grown up in life. Not all heartbreaks are caused by breakups, it's sometimes even caused by things into which you poured your 100% effort, only to see they

By Shriya Mahesh My heart was astray, trampled, in the wildfire that roared within me. My eyes scanned the horizon in absolute desperation. The sky that once captured the tranquillity of Claude Monet’s paintings was draped in the reddish hues I saw splattered all around me, its scars etched in my memory, and the excruciating screams that frequently accompanied it. I pressed my hands to the land below and felt it shudder and tremble, as if it too bore the sheer magnitude of tr

By Shireen Rashid Not every house is a home. The walls of stone, bricks of soil cannot define the asphyxiation I feel when confined within them. Not every house is a home. The people living inside it cannot understand how voiceless I feel around them. Even a bird in a golden cage is considered lucky. It’s living inside gold after all. But only its heart knows the feeling of confinement and loneliness staying in there forever. Not every emotion is expressed through words. Some

By Shireen Rashid Because villains are not born, they are made. They love truly. It maybe the lack of love they got it the lower that was never reciprocated, but it gave them the greatest capacity for love. They will kill for you, die for you. A villain will prioritise you, not the world. He will burn the world for you. He will protect you from wounds because he already has too many scars. You will never let you go through even an ounce of that pain. Maybe scary for the world

By Kriti Arora The sick pleasure I get when I play music too loud and can hear the world slowly unravel around me is like none other. You disgusting creature in the mirror, you make me sick. But I love you. And I hate you. I am obsessed with you, O mirror self of mine. I think that you’re the prettiest and the ugliest person alive, all at once. You are sad and angry, yet joyous and frivolous like a child.  I can’t draw the line between self-awareness and narcissism. Perhaps t

By Kriti Arora I should be asleep, and yet I am not. Isn’t it ironic that I want to be comforted by the people who have hurt me, whether knowingly or not? And when I think too much about how some of them have no way of contacting me now, the guilt crashes over me like the sea at high tide. I have never been by the sea but I have this innate desire to be washed away in its blue waters, to be born anew. For so long I have dreamed of going off to a different continent, where nob

By Adv. Harjeet Kaur I never had a good time with time. Years of my life I have spent following schedules, ambitions, and affairs, which promised to last forever but turned out to be fleeting, lasting only six months. Time had invariably come away, careless and silent, and left me in its silence.   Previously, I assumed that waiting was a form of discipline, and the universe was letting me know that I was not yet ready. Now I see it differently. Waiting is a form of freezing

By Noorjahan Basheer വായന ഒരു ശീലമാക്കാൻ നമുക്ക് ഓരോരുത്തർക്കും കഴിയണം. അതിലുടെ പുതിയ അറിവിന്റെ വാതായനങ്ങൾ നമുക്ക് മുമ്പിൽ തുറക്കപ്പെടും. വായനയുടെ ലോകത്തേക്ക് നമ്മെ കൈപിടിച്ചു നടത്തിയ പി. എൻ പണിക്കരുടെ സ്മരണാർത്ഥം ദേശീയ വായനാ ദിനമായി ജൂൺ 19 നാമെല്ലാം ആചരിക്കുമ്പോൾ വായനയെക്കുറിച്ചും അതിന്റ ആവശ്യകതയെക്കുറിച്ചുമെല്ലാം നാം അറിഞ്ഞിരിക്കേണ്ടത് വളരെ ആവശ്യമാണ്. നമ്മിൽ നല്ല ചിന്തകൾ വളരുവാനും, മനസ്സ് വിശാലമാകുവാനും വായന ഗുണം ചെയ്യും. അറിവില്ലായ്മ പലഅന്ധവിശ്വാസങ്ങളിലേക്കും, അനാചാരങ്ങളില

By Anchita Jayaprakash Narayan There are nights when the rope feels alive beneath your soles, humming with the memory of every choice you never made. You stand there, a small animal of habit and terror, listening to the old sermon your mind recites: Do not jump. Do not risk. Do not loosen the grip. The words are polite and steady; they become the scaffolding of a life lived in halves, teaching your muscles to stay tense and your thoughts to wait for catastrophe. Imagine, for

By Shaikh Aafreen Boredom allows for a moment of mixed emotions to be experienced and these experiences —quietness, happiness, giddy feeling, reverence, irritation, fear, gratitude, some sweet tears, and shock, shocks that are a big part of our lives, they become easy to take in—they shape us into who we are, into healthy individuals if the inner and the outer world merge and allow us. A society which doesn't allow this waste to happen (waste: labelled as such by today's cons

By Aadhya Narwadkar When my grandmother died, she willed me her house on the condition that I not unlock the basement for a month. When I finally did, I discovered that my father had not run away years ago. Reading the above sentences, one immediately understands what story the author means to convey, even in such few words. This is because a story does not need to contain pages upon pages of text; only a few fundamental factors are required to successfully drive a narrative.

By Mahoor Zehra  “Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing it is stupid.”  Education is the root of a dazzling future. Knowledge is the path to acquire the insight of the progressive development. It helps a person to rise on his own feet and make a better tomorrow for not only himself but also for other individuals as well. Learning has been regarded a basic necessity for humans since a very long time

By Anshuman Roy            অংশুমান রায় (গবেষক, স্বামী বিবেকানন্দ রিসার্চ সেন্টার, রামকৃষ্ণ মিশন বিদ্যামন্দির)   অতীত ইতিহাসের অস্তরবিচ্ছটায় যতটা না থাকে আলোক প্রত্যাশা, তার থেকেও বেশি ভীড় করে আসে স্মৃতিমেদুরতা। আলোকোজ্জ্বল বর্তমান ও অবশ্যম্ভাবী ভবিষ্যতের থেকেও নিঃশব্দ পদপাতে পিছনপানে টানে অতীতের সব দায়ভার। একবিংশ শতাব্দীর এই টেক-স্যাভি যুগেও তাই বিংশ শতাব্দীর অনিমেষ স্মৃতিচারণ বয়ে আনে অসংখ্য টুকরো স্মৃতির বর্ণময় কোলাজ। আসলে বাংলার সমাজ ও সংস্কৃতিতে ঊনবিংশ শতাব্দীর ব্যক্তিস্বা

By Bhavya Srivastava There are moments when the world grows too loud. The hum of machines fills the air, screens glow endlessly, and people hurry past one another, eyes fixed on destinations they no longer question. Cities shimmer with artificial brilliance, yet hearts quietly dim beneath it. We live surrounded by light, yet starved of meaning. But when the lights go out, when the hum stills and the room falls into hush, something ancient awakens. It is in that darkness, that

By Bhavya Srivastava Time is the only thing that moves without rest. It neither halts for joy nor slows for sorrow. It flows, indifferent yet intimate, silent yet deafening. In its stride, it steals everything we love, yet leaves behind everything we need to learn. Time is the thief that robs us of youth, laughter, and people, but also the teacher that shapes wisdom, resilience, and grace. It is a paradox, cruel in its truth, kind in its purpose, and humanity has been learnin

By Hrishit Pandey In the bliss of that evening sunset, I had decided to leave for college. I and those who knew me already knew about everything that had happened. I agree that my body felt immense bone cracking pain, yet my bones allowed me to take in this moment. To give you some quick context - I have an auto-immune disease; which brings me to my limits when triggered. At the moment of my life when I am writing this, I have experienced it 2-3 times already. So today, I hav