By Sunandana Choudhury As I drove down the winding, familiar road to the garden of nostalgia, today it felt different. I was hoping to come eye to eye with the rocks of remembrance that I always stum
By Advika Ojha I have never been one to pray, for I believe that destiny is in the hands of her makers rather than a power beyond comprehension. Never once have my prayers been answered either, perhap
By Arunya Sakthi “An espresso, please. Thank you.” I was sitting in the espresso bar and waiting for my coffee. After all, I spent a day doing nothing, a special kind of tiresome. The arms of my wrist
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