by Ramendra Kumar
 On 4th February Aryan, our all black Labrador, our God of beautiful things, bid us a final adieu. He left us shattered, his memories stalking us everywhere. There was only one way out – to resurrect him in a new avatar. Eleven days after his departure he returned in a fresh incarnation. Read On
by Suma
The girl was always engrossed in a book. She hardly talked to anyone in her class. She had newly taken admission to ‘GRS International School’ for 8th Standard. Her classmates thought that she was strange and not willing to mingle among others. Everyone knew her just by her identity card. She never told them her name-Nita. Even her parents didn’t know the reason for her habit of not talking to others. Read On
by Yastika Guru
 Mr. Catllar wobbled down the branch of a Jojoba tree knowing that someday he would become a soprano. He had practiced his singing again and again. His neighbours would wake up every morning to Mr. Catllar’s absurd vocal exercises. And today...it was the day, the day! The auditorium was beckoning him; the theatre was calling his name. He could feel it tingling in every leg of his. Read On
Bulbul - The Slow Learner
by Sujata C
The red vented bulbul is a slow learner. It never learns how to keep away from danger. When the nesting season of bulbuls is on, it scouts for a proper place to make a nest. Time and again, season after season, the bulbul builds its nest on the low branches of a garden croton, or the wooden trellis of the bottle gourd patch. Imagine this, in times when cats scale second and third floors of buildings with ease. Read On
The Super Detectives
by Suma
Once upon a time in a village there lived a boy called Raj. His friends Rama, Sham, Bheem and Chutki. They called themselves as super detectives. They did it for fun. They would solve mysterious cases but would not demand money from anyone. Read On |
New Poems
Oh! That Summer! by Arsh Singhal
We Should Be Hardworking by Arsh Singhal
The Rain Girl by Ananya Prasad
Global Warming by M.R. Gokul
Trees by Ananya S. Guha
Life by M.R. Gokul
Who are You to Me? by Ananya Nair
Garbage by Ananya Nair
A Chill in the Night... by Yastika Guru
What Do I have? by Ananya S. Guha
Suppose... by Yastika Guru
The Sea at Calangute, Goa by Ananya Prasad
Questions And Answers! by Ananya S. Guha
Tea by Ananya S Guha
The Toothless Boy by Yastika Guru
This Summer... Ananya S Guha
My Frame by Avni Maheshwari
The Colourful Peacock by Ananya Prasad
The Reunion
by Sunwrita Dastidar
The sun shone in the brilliant blue autumn sky, strewn with fleecy clouds. A cool breeze blew through my hair, bringing with it the refreshing scent of an early morning. The birds chirruped in the trees, a sound rarely heard in our city. The joyful day mocked my dejected feelings. Today was to be a reunion. Read On
Humor
- Morals V/s History
- Don't Pick!!
New Poems
A Letter to a Friend in Mauritius by Pratyasha Panigrahi
Mornings by Ananya S. Guha
School Anthem by Ananya S. Guha
Food Glorious Food by Yastika Guru
Writing by Ananya S. Guha
Now by Ananya S. Guha
Oh No! by Ananya Prasad
The Sun by Ananya S. Guha
A Fall by Ananya S. Guha
Artwork
Gandhiji's Sorrow by Swadha Mohanty
Mischief or ‘Missed the Chief’?
by Trippayar Sahasranaman Priyaa
How bad could you feel when your freedom has been at stake right from the time you were born? Well, as a child Ruman did not think much about freedom but felt something stifling him all along. Neither did he understand why people around him chided him a lot, nor did he think he was doing something wrong. All he used to do was run around throw stones at birds, ... Read On |
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