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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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– 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…