Monologue

By Sayesha Atolia What am I? Why am I? The rotten apple that blackens to it's very core withering away as the sweetness of it is suckle by the very same  Who strive to survive yet consume us What am I? Why am I? The rotten apple tucked in the basket that blackens to it's very core  Withering away-while for what it remains is suckle and snatched by the very same striving to live yet by consuming death Do I let the Wounds seep in me till I'm cut and hollow or celebrate the free

By Anmol Sharma Oh, what a divine Sabha this is, where wisdom is seated on golden thrones yet lies gagged under cowardice, and dignity is sold cheaper than dice! I see grey hair and wrinkled faces hidden in hands, shutting out the reality that stands against them, in approval of injustice, as if age alone grants them the license to stay silent. Kings and elders, is your hearing reserved only for the roars of men who gamble away queens like livestock? What a grand spectacle th

By Anchita Jayaprakash Narayan I despise this dwelling, where every wall, window, and door is crafted from fragile glass. A fracture echoes through the air, a testament to your deceit as you gaze into my eyes. Another resounds, marking yet another instance of your betrayal. Safety is a distant memory in this transparent fortress, susceptible to shattering at any moment. This place is no longer a haven; it has become a symbol of your mistakes, a cacophony of cracks that mirror

By Vanshika Gupta When they screamed at you, slapped your face, broke things, hit you with a broom and kicked you to the floor— they came down hard on you, my girl. Your world crumbled into pieces, and a little of you was gone. My darling, remember how I taught you it’s a one-time thing, that this too will pass. And then—again—you were at their mercy. You begged, and they hit you harder. Your lips bled, your limbs ached. It was something trivial—you don’t remember the cause—

By Abhijeet Madhusudan Ghule Hello everyone. I’m Abhijeet. I come from the beautiful city of Nagpur. Actually I was thinking about something and I wanted to talk to you about the same. But why do I need to talk to you all? Good question. Oh… forgive me. I have a habit of complementing myself about anything I do. As I said, “Good question”. But again, why? I met one of my friends today in the morning. He had come to the juice shop where I go after my brisk walk. He came there

By Aakarsh Sharma It is often proclaimed, in the blunt simplicity of survivalist thought, that "survival of the fittest" governs nature’s rhythm. By this notion, only the ostensibly strong—those with might, guile, or dominion—are seen as deserving of life. Yet, I cannot help but find this perspective hollow, almost tragic, for it disregards the truth woven into the fabric of existence: vulnerability is not a weakness to be scorned but a universal phase, one that ties all bein

By Aria Raina “A rather buzzing town it is, for one that thrives not on intelligence but this fickle thing called luck”, so believed the priest who was convinced of a theory that the deaf would turn blind too, in a community so unknowledgeable. “Sheer nonsense! Over a million words in this language we speak, out of which they poorly utter an odd set. May someone enlighten this so called prophet that fails to keep up with centuries old rituals that don’t quite close the book?”

By Avery Jorgensen Well, I guess this is it. I’m off to explore the great unknown. A planet unseen by our kind in almost a century. Who knows if we’ll ever see each other again? This might be the last chance we have to say… anything to each other. …Do you have anything to say?  Look, I know you don’t want me to leave. But this is the right thing to do. It was wrong for us to abandon Earth, and somebody needs to go check on her. Anyways, I’ll probably be fine! They’ve been pre

By Marisol Aguilar Not a day goes by where their smile flashes in my mind.  Just like any sentimental moment, that rich rain poured. Adding to their addicting beauty. And like those who'd given up on hope.  I became a monster…one my darling hated.  This cursed world, the one who took them, a world they loved stabs them in the back with a gleaming smile.  One we share now. What's this? A tiny sun trying to walk through this dark abyss, what a fool…only one could have helped bu

By T Now those stars up there in the sky have staying power. I know I can always count on them. I know that when I look up, that they'll be there for me. the stars here on earth burn out too quickly. they have a moment where they shine so bright but then - poof! - they're gone. just like that they’re merely a memory. sometimes not even that. but with the stars in the sky, i know they’ll be there night after night, to wish upon. I make wishes all the time, you know. i watch fo

By Sumedha Gupta Hey! I'm out in the town by myself.. yes it's as scary as it doesn't  sound, but for someone who's been trained her entire life to believe she couldn't do it.. it's a pretty big day. 8th august 2025 The day i broke free of another chain Many more to go.. It's just another day in the life of lonavala auto-rickshaw bhaiyas, starbucks baristas, and mapro garden leaves who are waiting for their companions to bloom, but for me it marks something i cannot put in wo

By Nandini Parmar I was someone who never believed in the idea of love. The word “love”, rather, “mutual love” pointing towards emotional...