Perhaps his old violin was his only refuge from grief on which he can lean his head and express the wretchedness and torment of his
The way I see myself today is different from what I saw when I was younger. Experiences and challenges have allowed me to grow immensely
I felt so cold that I had to wear four or five layers of thick clothing whenever I went out. My hands got cold the
The best thing to do during winters is to get into my teepee tent, cuddle up and read a book.
This is a painting of a ginormous cat with a hairdresser by his side trying to groom him. I enjoyed drawing the cat as a
The city seeps into my poems unnoticeably. I have written poems on Park Street, Gariahat, Southern Avenue and even Baguiati. So many poets I know
We spread out our picnic mats on the grass and brought out our picnic baskets. The children around us were either playing badminton or simply
We thoroughly enjoyed the picnic outing but everyone was tired and hungry and needed food to get energy.
I enjoyed making the tonal variations using just ready paint to create this image. The tide is coming in.
Natasha lives with her parents in a sprawling house, a family edifice which is in a sorry state of disrepair owing to the lack of
Kiaan Biswas traveled to Gettysburg with his parents. He narrates the story of the battle, an important one if the history of American Civil War.
Poetry by budding poet from Kolkata, Amit Shankar Saha.
I felt jaws clamp shut on my neck, and shake me vigorously. His eyes locked with mine…and at that moment I knew that he knew.
Little bursts of green sprouted between them. They stood out in an odd way, but gave the flowers a sort of imperfection that made it
We grow different flowers in different seasons. In summers my uncle plants flowers like bougainvillea, hibiscus, sunflowers and many more.
The park looked beautiful from far away. As they reached Daphne could already see a fountain in which sparkled in the moonlight and it looked
