Category: Art
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INSTINCT (Marva)
Last night, a flying-ant perched on my Laptop, probably buzzing back at the Coke Studio playing speakers, beyond the frequencies of my ears. I once put my Maestro debit card on it. She flapped her wings, he tried to crawl out of the weight of the pauper’s card and then I moved the card Read More
1–2 minutes
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On Cinnamon and Puddles (pickletrip)
After successfully explaining the intricacies surrounding the famed cinnamon roll and getting more than what I asked for (jack fruit rolls, dates rolls, croissants and rolls filled with Arabic spices) I ventured out of the kitchen satisfied with myself. My tryst with cinnamon began when I realized that I had been pronouncing it wrong. I Read More
2–4 minutes
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Tales in the Skies (Ashraya Maria)
I wonder what a Bedouin sees in the sky. Is it hope, despair, or something else? Does the sun look bigger to an ant? Smaller to an elephant? Is the sky filled with colors yet unknown? With sounds yet unheard? Does it rain out of sorrow, or out of joy? Midnight. A man of twilight Read More
1–2 minutes
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Tit Burglar (Malavika S Udayan)
This time, night had already camouflaged with Lakshman’s skin. His body shining like the preserved armour of a lost battle, his eyes safe under the visible dark; it seems as if this night has been waiting for his arrival. He was all equipped, with a britelite torch clasped between his teeth and a white towel Read More
2–4 minutes
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Alternate Musings (Srishtika Prakash)
“You! What are you!” “Heavens! What have I created!” Shouted He In the laboratory of His paradise O Frankenstein! O Frankenstein! Now I know how thee felt. But I am He who made them And I take wisdom from thy legend. I am thy Father, dear creature. Rise and stand, my child Let me gaze Read More
1–2 minutes
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An Ode to Finding Dory (Srishtika Prakash)
Bright lights hit the shore Colouring the waters blue The treasure begun to show Fish emerged golden glued Corals lost their coarseness The sand was no more grain Sea shells shimmered purple The undertow lost its way Lost, lost, lost was the way Tumbling, mumbling, fumbling The kelps had nothing to say Just humming, to Read More
1–2 minutes
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Heart—Clench—Communicate (Venkataraman Ganesh)
It is difficult to write for the sake of writing—especially when your heart is in a place thousands of kilometres away; with a person who doesn’t realize that she holds your heart in a vice-like grip; that slowly, it is being squeezed; and no matter what you do, the grip tightens; and you can’t even Read More
2–3 minutes
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