Image Source: Shan Ran/Flickr To the Teachers Who Know Me Written by S. Rupsha Mitra I burdened a lot of you, With my synapses - unbridged, my lapses in attending to your words, admonishments, lectures that appeared lachrymose and rather vexing to me. I have turned off desperately, in fits of truancy – grudging at that thought of expressing the self in my incorrigible introverted space. But you have time and again in sweeps – embracing and caring wiped off the dark veils of b

Image Source: Andi Pope/Flickr approaching Written by Paxton Calder i could smell it in the air, feel it in the rumbling core of my bones, in the tingle of my fingertips, & the cloudy haze that seemed to hang in the air around me, not willing to settle or dissipate, a certain humidity that could only mean one thing. i could see it in the way the wind picked up without a moment’s notice, & startled the leaves on the trees, making them tremble with fright all at once, igniting

Image Source: William J Serson/Flickr The Race Written by Shreesham Pandey All were diligent racing a 100m race. Some hoisted others on the way; Some crushed many on their track. But she was diligent in HOLDING HIS HAND. Diligent were their Inner lights. They savoured each thing they visually perceived. How wild their hearts tempt! ‘Better Than Others’ was what they kenned not. They were inditing their records – ‘THE BEST’. Author Bio: Shreesham Pandey is a vernal writer and

Image Source: Mike Harre/Flickr breakfast Written by Jessica Kim every morning we sit in front of a bowl of alphabet soup pondering over which letters to eat. should we eat the ones which spell out our names for us, when we do not even know how to read? we are still spoonfed on high chairs, crunching on the remains of identity. we outgrow letters, instead eating words: always craving for more than a mouthful. and soon they dissolve in the esophagus, leaving us choking on the