Does passion trump complacency? Well, let’s have a look at that through a story. We put two men in a room. Now we ask both men to fight to death – and the winner will be given food. Who do you think will win? In a man vs man contest, the hungry man will always win. Be it that the one who has just fulfilled his hunger by eating a meal of KFC will be stronger at that instant. But the hungry man will fight harder when it’s a matter Read more…
This is my first attempt at writing fictional poetry.A poem about a guy’s emotions before his arranged marriage.(post-engagement and prior wedding). In a dance of tender hearts,so young, so frail.one loves deeply,the other’s love still to unveil. His heart,a vibrant tapestry,woven with love and loyalty. Her heart,seeking to date and go with the flow,no bonds to bind, no roots to sow. He threads her in a golden line,hoping their futures will entwine.But her threads, a tangled skein,not much affection held within. Those empty texts, a hollow ring,does her heart ever Read more…
In a small town in India called Gokul, there were two boys named Arjun and Rohit. Arjun loved studying and dreamed of becoming a famous scientist. Rohit was naturally smart and always got top grades without much effort. Arjun studied hard everyday, spending long hours reading books and solving Math problems. He believed that if he worked hard enough, he could beat Rohit in academics. Rohit, on the other hand, breezed through his studies. He seemed to understand concepts effortlessly and always aced his exams. One day, there was a Read more…
Collab with Roshini, Literary Co-Capt.✨ Another occasion, the question arose,“How are you today?”The girl’s fake smile, it never shows,“I’m fine,” she says anyway. With a smile and wave, her eyes meet,Yet inside, there’s a weight, heavy and deep.She hides it well, this burden she bears,But inside, it’s crushing, too heavy to bear. Saying “I’m fine” is a constant state of drowningShe tries to keep her mouth closed until that very last momentIf she opens her mouth and lets the water in,She knows she won’t survive. So she keeps it closed, Read more…
Collab with Tejaswini✨ A world that sees her smiling grace,she hides the tears she can’t erase. A smiling mask, a masquerade so well played,hides the void within, where emotions fade. Emotionally hollow, she bears the weight,behind that mask, her heart’s true state. She laughs and plays her part so well,but inside, restrained by a lonely, silent spell. Incidents have etched her triviality deep,the scars of the past in her memories she keeps. A moment’s attention, she holds so dear,in that fleeting light, she finds some cheer. She tells herself, “I’m Read more…
There was an old armchair in the corner of our drawing room. So old that my father claims it was passed down for at least two centuries by our ancestors. It didn’t look like it was comfortable to sit in, but the design made it an antique piece. The armchair was a single piece of wood, bent and twisted in multiple ways to form a decorative chair that looked like it was tufted, but in reality, was just an armchair with a thick fabric covering on its seat. My parents Read more…
In today’s digital world, cyberspace is a powerful tool that can be used for good or bad. You must have heard of people whose money stored in their bank accounts was stolen, or of people who have been blackmailed for money on the internet in the past. In fact, it is upon us to promote responsible cyberspace use and create a safe environment for everyone. In this blog post, we’ll discuss how to promote cyber safety and responsible cyberspace use, so that everyone can enjoy the benefits of the digital Read more…
In a world of youthful dreams,two souls embarked on friendship’s stream. A boy and a girl, side by side,in laughter, comfort, they did confide. With similarities and differences shared,a bond they formed, truly rare. Shoulders to lean on, in times so tough,their friendship grew, firm and enough. The guy, he felt a growing spark,a new feeling, it left a lasting mark. He cared for her, with all his might,and cherished it, every day and night. Unspoken words, unexplored land,he hoped his heart, she’d understand. He saw in her, a love Read more…
To Aditya, my comrade in crime. I woke up abruptly in the dead of night, my heart pounding in my chest. No, it can’t be, no, I told myself. Beads of cold sweat dotted my forehead as I gasped for air, trying to shake off the remnants of a haunting nightmare. The image of my best friend’s body flashed before my eyes, and I couldn’t shake off the feeling of dread that clung to me like a shadow. No. It’s all a dream, all a dream. No way he is Read more…
Once upon a time, there lived a boy named Abhay who loved to write. He spent every moment of his spare time he could with his typewriter, creating beautiful works of literature that filled his soul with joy. As he grew older, Abhay began to dream of becoming a famous writer. He imagined his novels sitting upright on the bookshelves of libraries around the world, admired and appreciated by people everywhere. But the people in Abhay’s town didn’t share his passion for literature. They told him that writing was a Read more…
Imagine you entered your classroom on the morning of a normal weekday. Your best friend comes up to you and says, “What’s up, dude? You look sad today.” You’re surprised at this remark. You haven’t been sad or happy lately; it was how you normally looked. You tell him you’re fine and take a seat. Even before the classes begin, many people come up to you and ask what’s wrong. You keep telling them you’re okay. You finally decide to go to the washroom and check. Looking in the mirror, Read more…
This blog is a sequel to the following write-up— 20 DARK AND SCARY TWO-LINERS Best recommended reading these 35 two-line horror stories alone and in the dark! “Where there is no imagination, there is no horror.” – Arthur Conan Doyle. You have a picture of you sleeping on your mobile. But you live alone. “I can’t sleep,” she had said, tightly clutching my hand. I wake up the next morning, only to realize she is unable to wake up. “Is death really a punishment?” the child asked curiously. “Yes, but Read more…