Suhana Tiwari
The agony of not being able to express your emotions The prodigy of having someone who understands your unsaid words
Perplexity
Category Archives: Philosophy
A Flickering Lightbulb
Chhavi Gupta
A lonely, winding path. A flickering lightbulb overhead. The street’s shrouded in complete darkness, with little illumination to boast of, save for the tiny pinpricks of light from the occasional firefly, the bulb providing no such help. There’s just the two of us here, just you and me. You draw your hood low against the…
THE MIND
Fatima noorEveryday we grow in different ways in our life, we face challenges, fear, success, failure, and so on. These are part of our life cycle but sometimes we shattered by our own feelings and start doubting ourselves, our mind/ brain is a powerful tool. Let’s get to know how our mind controls the thoughts and…
WHISPERS OF THE CITY: THE ARCHITECT’S TALE
ARPIT SINGHALOnce upon a time in the bustling city of Metropolis, an architect named Oliver lived. He was a thin man, so gaunt and fragile that the mere sight of him could send a shiver down one’s spine. His figure was like a wisp of smoke and seemed to defy the laws of substance. Although he…
A Quiet Evening
Nishtha Arora2574I sat cradling a cup of warm coffee between my palms as droplets pattered on the windowsill beside me. Every so often a single droplet would be led astray and reach for my coffee, making me smile unconsciously. There has always been something about the rain that intensifies human emotion. On that particular evening I…
Is he the one?
Me : Why don’t you leave me like everyone else did? He replied , ‘ Love , i am here to draw stars around your scars , to turn your insecurities into perfections . The most innocent souls suffer the most , I am here to hold your hand without expecting you to hold mine…
Weavering
Him: Hold my hand ;I’ll take you to the stars. Her: But my hands are full ; holding myself together.
Finally, Home.
Prapti Mohale
No one would believe me if I said I’ve never woken up at a same place twice. It all began the moment I turned 16. I had gone to sleep the night before expecting waking up to parents screaming and arguing. Instead, I had woken up to a gentle breeze, warmth of the sun and…
Truth always wins?
Mahek SharmaOnce upon a time there was a girl, named Aarna. She was sweet, polite, decent and belonged to a good family in Kanpur. She shifted to Mumbai for her studies and stayed as paying guest with two other girls Sakshi and Vidya in a 1 BHK house in Bandra. She was like the girl next…
Meera tells a Story
Raghul Rajah
In the serene village of Ananthapuram, nestled amidst verdant fields and whispering trees, a young girl named Meera found solace in the nostalgic charm of rural life. Her heart was captivated by the enchanting power of storytelling, passed down through generations. Driven by curiosity, Meera explored the hidden treasures of her village’s past. In the attic…
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