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Author : Ananya Mitra Your beauty and splendor Creates such a wonder, Oh majestic Aravalli! Grandeur in history You unfurls mystery. House of fountains, You old rocky mountain. Abode of fauna, Gems, minerals and hot sauna, Hosts exquisite families of flora, Vibrant life awesome aura. Picturesque land green and blue, Wanderers love Mount Abu. Fortifiying […]

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  Debanjali Dey   There was a brown crow Silhouetted on the branch that kissed his window sill A solitary figure against the harsh cityscape, Like the backroom of a bad dream, A quiet spectator to the odd humdrum On the twentieth hour of Every obscure day of the week; The man of three and […]

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Saraswat Chatterjee On a chilly winter morning, the scenery was bliss, White, fluffy and tiny, the snowflakes poured on and on, It’s funny, I thought, how small things can bring such joy, And when I looked across, the snow had covered the lawn. Then I thought about you, those little moments we have shared, A […]

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Sohini Sarker From my bed on a summer night, I saw a bright, lonely star It stood still between two trees. The night birds called from far. I came close to the window. The night wind came onto my face The trees swayed to the breeze, As if ready to go to another place. But […]

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mehuli das 17:21 how to disappear completely by radiohead is playing on the stereo. it’s raining outside, even though it’s only march. maa’s smoking a cigarette in the balcony. i am sad today; it’s not the depression, no. just sad. ‘an aching melancholy at the pit of my stomach’ sad. ‘she looks so lonely smoking […]

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Shubhankar Sharma   On my desk to write a poem my pen is about to move. Pondering over life and its obstacles I try to get into the groove. I stare blankly (trying to be artistic) at the magical night sky Like a paralysed ostrich, my creative genius miserably fails to fly. As I doodle […]

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mehuli das at fourteen, haroun and hera; seasonal lovers lay on a roof and watched sunsets turn into moonlight, over chopin’s nocturne op.9 no.2 in e-flat minor, and recited wordsworth’s ballads about love into the starry night. a fortnight later: a shoe-box filled with used bus tickets, hands held and swung; one whole, two halves, […]

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Author: Debanjali   In this entire lockdown episode, while we are dealing with our own lockdown issues, I am trying to seek positives in the current situation. I am sure you all must have noticed some changes in and around you. I noticed a nearly dead adenium which I was planning to uproot, sprout a […]

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