Article 19

Category: Art

  • “UPSC”

    Constant glares asking my ire if it belongs here / contemplating concepts of acceptance & smiles / that makes you wonder…

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  • Letter to the Editor #1

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    Somebody should write a manual on how to sit comfortably. It really bothers me that I can’t sit at a table for longer than five minutes without getting jittery.

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    1–2 minutes

  • Revival

    From the wintry grey to the orange hue / From the parched brown to the lush green / From the withered beige…

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  • Palestine Vibgyor | A. Narayan

    Beige. Torn tapestry and faded paint;Air smelling of dead rats and drying laundry.Grey. Clouds looming over the dark ocean;People tinted with horror, else void.Red. Blood that splattered the mosque walls;Burnt Qurans and exploded bodies.White. Hospital roof with creaking fans;Sirens echoing in the distance.Green. The coffin that carried my brother;With a hundred other upon the Earth’s…

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  • I Have My Mother’s Eyes | Akshaya Panicker

    When I first sawmy mother’s passport size photoI laughedShe looked elegantwith that jet black hair and golden wheat skinYet like a terrified animal in eyes Her eyes unsymmetricCrooked if one may want to sayIt was as if she triedKeeping them openbut one betrayed her at the flash of lighta blink of betrayal Yet, they were…

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  • Three Seconds | Akshaya Panicker

    Woke up startledone another dayThe sound of something crashingright in to my headBomb blast ? Explosion ?Cannot ascertain. Beats thumping so loudI could hear my heartin my ear.Fear creeped right in to vesselParalysed.Couldn’t open the eyes for light.All this in a second. Next second figured outIt was another helicopter flyingway below than it should.Normally.May be…

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  • Occhiolist Beauty | Shreethigha

    When the dusk breaks in,When the breeze gets cold,And the masses’ too busyTo see what earth beholds,The city glowing crazyLike a million serial lights,With each narrating a wholeDifferent kind of fight,The stillness in the chaos,Easing worries you never disclose,Proving it’s not simply bunnies and cards‘Cause magic is afterall, more than just those. Poem and Artwork…

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  • Dear Freshie

    Dear Freshie,  A year ago, I first entered IIT Madras. Everything about it was daunting. The incredibly smart people, the extroverted kids who were quick to bond, the fear of messing up my academics, (not to mention the huge campus) which quickly spiralled out of control until I felt like a molten ball of anxiety…

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  • A Day in the Life | Meghna M

    I can see the sky. Of course, when you’re lying on the ground on your back, you’ll hardly see the Vindhya mess. Oh wait, I can see it if I tilt my head to the side. Well, that I can see the sky is my point. It’s almost 8, I can tell. I see girls…

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  • Reminiscence | Divyanjana Prashansa

    It’s only four in the morning and already you are wide awake. As always, the first thing you must do today is take him for a walk. You stare up at the ceiling for a while, groggy eyed but alert. It has been raining since last night. You can hear the pitter patter of raindrops…

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    4–5 minutes