Hope. It is what moves us forward, in our lives. It is both peril and protector. It teaches us to lift our heads up for the next day, only to remind us that we should never rely on it alone. But lately, it's influence is waning, its power seeping away in slow, ebbing waves. The … Continue reading Hell All Along by F Society
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while I stare at the ceiling by Aanavi
Recently, I have been dealing with many questions about where I see myself being in the future. About to start my second year at university in a different continent, I’ve had the privilege of being exposed to two very distinct worlds. All throughout my life I have been acquainted with people belonging to many different … Continue reading while I stare at the ceiling by Aanavi
Maybe I loved you more by Anjali
Maybe I loved you more… Maybe all the conversations we had meant more to me that they did to you. Maybe you said “I love you too” because that's the reply to “ I love you” Maybe you didn't feel the happiness and satisfaction that I felt. Maybe I wasn’t enough for you. And maybe, … Continue reading Maybe I loved you more by Anjali
Welcome to society by Arya Kamble
Welcome to society, We hope you have an amazing stay, We will try to break you down in unimaginable ways. But we promise you'll enjoy it no matter what anyone says. Welcome to society, Here we expect everything to be better and fresher, The kids these days call it societal pressure, Funny how we complied … Continue reading Welcome to society by Arya Kamble
Dear N, by Tathagata
Dear N, How has Tokyo been treating you? Do you feel the air you breathe in your lungs or does it hit your brain with a sigh of relief? Are you able to look deep into a man's eye and say "I love you" without a thought and any regrets? N, I miss walking down … Continue reading Dear N, by Tathagata
“What I am” by Nayana Nair
I am a girl who feels like a girl but doesn't want to act like one. Who is not sure whether this want of not complying to the expectation is an act of rebellion or trying to stay true to my nature or just a result of an unconscious realization that being a girl and … Continue reading “What I am” by Nayana Nair