thespace.ink has collaborated with ‘Word Munchers’, a creative writing school that trains and encourages kids and youngsters to hone their creative writing skills. thespace.ink will
Our teachers always make us feel special and happy on this day. We celebrate for two hours and then we go back home.
Soon there was a queue of about fifteen children around the stall. When I saw the children eat the noodles hungrily and with joy, I
The sweetest time of the year has arrived for me – Deepawali and I couldn’t be more delighted. This is the time when unrestricted sweets,
Diwali is an occasion when we celebrate victory over defeat, light over darkness, awareness over ignorance. On this auspicious day, I join my family and
Enjoy life to the fullest – as much as you can – for the moment. Duties, obligations, etc.etc. will be there for you later! Life
I love sharing whatever piques my curiosity and might be enjoyable for someone else too. In essence, it is my way of showing gratitude to
When I hear the words grace or kindness or indulgence, the first person I think of is always my mother – however frustrating she might
1 Dropped from the skyCrimson redBroken moon in pieces,Blood? In deep red serum? Plasma never thickensGushing from the stream,Man inserts his hand insideHis own hand,
Hungry Stones is a short story by Nobel Laureate Rabindranath Tagore. Originally titled Kshudhito Pashan or Khudhito Pashan, this short story is one of his
Morning sun. I purrand lick my way along thebrown hair of my limbs,my tongue scratching, elegant.I stretch a polished clawand the soft grass under me
Where joy is both risked and worshipped, / Where tenderness is sought / And god becomes and unbecomes / At every step you take toward
The firecrackers light up the night skysmiles move from a face to anothershe is happyin India it is Deepavali, the festival of lightstwelve thousand miles
We talked about heads turning into tails, / and my mother’s silverware jumping out of / their drawer and marrying her jewelry.
It was difficult for Sudha to brush off the pall of gloom that seemed to be her constant companion lately. Nothing had been the same
It originally appeared as a song in a play Auden co-wrote with Christopher Isherwood called The Ascent of F6 - the play was an ironic
