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By Devanshi Mungse

When it comes to dating, I’m your typical old-school teenager who prefers
traditional dating norms

By Deepak Kanoujia

We are so unconscious of this freeness

We are conscious in making life useless...

By Debarati Sen

It has been said that life has treated me harshly; and sometimes I have complained in my heart.

By Carl Colaco

I love you, you said
Even your aura, burns blue Bunsen

By Bamin Sumpi

Some people mature way too fast, some souls age way too early and some have been wondering

By Ayushi Minj

I want to fly fearlessly one day
Without any pull I want to climb up there.

By Asmita Pal

We talk about the quarantine.
We talk about no meat

By Ashi Pandey

How often do we talk about our body?
I grew up hating my body.

By Arzoo Gupta

Has anyone ever told you that watching you cross the street is terrifying, no? Well, I have been, MULTIPLE times. 

By Arya Mohapatra

The street is busy, with
Care-free, endorsing specks of sweat flying

By Arpit Vaishnavi

It was late enough in the night to be worried. I once again went to the gate and

looked out.

By Apurva Singh

All tired of work, I returned to my flat, tied my hair into a bun, made myself a coffee, and sat in the balcony after changing.

By Apoorva Khare

With eyes glued on the laptop screen and the piles of document to finish before the deadline, the mind

By Anushka Raheja

Wings settled on my birdlike shoulders, a coronation mantle fashioned out of wax.

By Anshu Pandey

I've often traversed those streets.
Cars sleeping on one half

By Anita Mary Varghese

I went for a walk with my senses,
on the street, beside my house.

By angana sarkar

“Great , then let’s meet.” They share the date, time and place where they will meet. Kavya was so happy...

By ANANYA SHUKLA

Kishen was staring intently at the passing cars on the road. It was a beautiful
Sunday with the sun shining

By Ananya Gupta

Monochromatic play, my chessboard;
Is a slice of equality, for ages

By Ambica Wakhlu

On the streets of Delhi where traffic jams are a usual phenomenon, I once got stuck while coming to my hostel...

By Aiswarya Subramanian

With one hand on the old rusted railing and the other caught in the depths of my
tangled bushy hair...

By Aishee Ghoshal

And the once white marble turning a pale cream with time, like dusty brittle pages
of a book.

By Agnes Xavier

When I lay my head back on an Ola ride,

and wonder if I would reach my destination right !

By Afreen Khan

seeking to soar to unfathomable height
but my rein fall in the hands

By Adrita Chakraborty

She sat there, submerged in her thoughts. It had been two hours since she had
come back from the protest.

By Abhishek Sharma

I was born a girl on this strange blue planet, I didn’t know where I was.
But from when I was little...

By Aarushi Kapoor

I had placed a diadem over my head,
while prancing along the melted puddles

By PRERNA HANS

Walking from the school bus stop, I was dreading to return home as I knew what
was waiting there for me.

By Prerna Lama

In the still of the night
The streets were her saviour

By Priyanka Srinivasan

Wearing the heart on my sleeve
With horn sounds And crowded people