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-Imnarenla Aier I I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones. II Nothing is a coincidence, every soul you meet is written in your destiny — to teach you, to heal…
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-Harry Sangtam Gasp, gasp, running, out of breath. I went to the theatre. I opened my wallet, paid the money, got my ticket, and went inside to watch Gladiator. The movie opened with a dramatic battle scene. Those words echoed within me, “Strength and honour,” and I clutched my seat. I was shaken, and…
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-Vebühlü Tetseo Is there a place that I could live in? Why is the place I once called home becoming hell? People, people, and people. Lies, deception, and corruption. Scary, isn’t it? Slowly, it is becoming our graveyard. We are alive and breathing just fine, but are we really living? Lost souls, or just…
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-Justin Metha The nightingale sang that night, but a sorrowful song.The black flag flew overhead as mourning dawned.The cold bitter, the night long.Tears fell as hearts wept forlorn. Yesterday’s ashes turn into today’s anguish.The cries echoed, but the silence spoke louder.The hills turned lifelessAs they mourned the lives for which they couldn’t care less.…
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-Arul Shaji The other day, my friend Kishan and I were travelling to Chennai by train. Luckily, we got window seats, or rather, we were lucky to even get tickets at all, since it was a tatkal booking. Somewhere around Palakkad, silhouettes of tall hills appeared against the moonlight. The mist surrounding them gave…
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-Vesolü Vero Prelude ‘Death be not proud’ – John Donne The poem “Death, Be Not Proud” is one that I deeply love because death, being the epitome of all fears that reside within us, is ridiculed by the poet, and he refuses to hush or hide at the mere mention of it. Our society…
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-Tekhingla Sangtam What if summer, all radiant and wildWith sunlight tangled in her hair and warmth in her breath,Looks across the year’s turning shoulderAnd finds winter-quiet as snowfall-Standing in silver silence? She, who speaks with such sweetnessAnd smells faintly of ripe mangoes and salt air,Her touch is warm and certain. She does not hesitate.And…
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-Mütsolü Z. Lohe First Breath I did not choose this life,But it was given to me,A breath, a beginning,A path I could not see ahead.Grateful even in silence,I opened my eyes to this world.I was alive,And that was enough. Becoming Myself I do not wantTo be someone else. I just want to beThe best…
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– Joshua Metha My earliest memories of the newspaper shop are etched in the golden hues of the early 2000s. It was a modest ten-minute trek from our front door, but to a child, it felt like a pilgrimage. It was the ultimate reward; a treat that began the moment my Father’s voice echoed…
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– Vedu Nakro God sees you — not just when you’re strong, but especially now when you’re tired, aching, breaking, and burned out. He sees the tears you never speak of. He sees how hard you’ve been trying, even when no one notices. He sees the prayers you whisper in the middle of the…