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Growing up, English was my favorite subject at school. I loved reading stories, poems, and dramas so much that I would read up on all the stories in my school textbook the day they were bought. You must be thinking, such a typical nerd, right?

But it’s true. I was…


Dear Me,

Feeling overwhelmed already by the first week of classes? New place, new people, and the perpetual chaos — a bit too much to take in. Being an introvert might be cool on Instagram, but not IRL. But, learn to live in the moment, because you’ll never get this…


It is the 9th of June, and as I am writing this, curled up on my couch, it is raining heavily, with an occasional thunderclap, the smell of ginger garlic paste floating from the kitchen, and a TV blaring dubbed South Indian movies in the background.

I am doing a…


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Right after a heavy rainfall around 7 am, the smell of the wet earth reminds me of long-lost memory — sitting in a class in sixth grade. I had a seat by the window and when it rained heavily in those back-to-school June mornings, I would happily sneak a peek…


After a long stressful week, it is finally Saturday. Ahh, Saturdays are my favorite day of the week. …


The sky was laden with gorgeous grey clouds today. It is only June 2, and we have already had light showers for the past three days. But other than that, the days still seem just the same — wake up, down a cup of coffee, think of your to-do list…


Death is a scary thing. Firstly, the way you might die — a car crash, an accident, prolonged illness, or after a ripe old age, peacefully passing away in sleep. Second, the feeling of slowly slipping away from your loved and dear ones, bit by bit wiped from their consciousness…


The view outside my window (1/3)

Aug 7, 2020 — I’m writing this, confined within four walls. Stuck at home, I’m able to see a few trees and a piece of the grey cloudy sky between buildings through my window.

But this window has been a breath of fresh air in the last few months —…


“You’re overthinking it.”

I glance at Ayesha on the video call, curled up on her bed, making cute faces at me. It had been two whole days and I still hadn’t heard back from The Popular Writing Publication. This could only mean rejection with a capital R.

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“They said they…


As the pace of life hushes into the silent hour, the world slowly unravels into vulnerability and inattentiveness, and finally slips into slumber. …

Ash C

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