“You’re here.” Just two words. That’s all I get after 17 years of silence. Not a hug,...
Nostalgia
The summer of Toad the third grader The harsh equator summers always paint my face in a...
THE LAST GOODBYE *Knock knock* “Alaia you want to wake up now or sleep for some time...
In the grand orchestra of life, each student plays a vital note, contributing to a melody that...
Rain Frogs dance in the puddles of ecstasy Peacocks and snakes spread their hoods and feathers in...
Glimpses, glitches, caches and stills,All of these just prick like a quill!Where did you hide, all these...
Letter- To my mother about my college and Hostel life 18th November 2024 Room no 21, GRD...
The sun rose gently over the quiet streets, bathing the school gate in a warm golden hue....