Whispers of Innocence

In the soft murmur of cherished memories, childhood unfolds like a delicate fabric woven from tears and laughter, much like the gentle tap-tap of raindrops upon a window on a melancholic night in June. Each fragment of remembrance, similar to a solitary raindrop, may seem inconsequential alone, but together they compose the intricate mosaic of …

New Beginnings

Trees bow in submission to the wind, the Gulmohar flowers falling like fiery embers to the ground. I lean back in the car seat, closing my eyes. Soft Bach plays  in the background, as I passively listen to my dad’s words of encouragement. My stomach tickles, as I feel like I might throw up from …

Through the Eyes of a Little Explorer: My Preschool Classroom

Walking into the preschool classroom felt like stepping into a wonderland of colours and shapes. The walls were adorned with bright posters of smiling animals and letters dancing across in playful fonts. Toys littered the floor, inviting boundless exploration and imagination. In one corner, there was a cosy reading nook with fluffy pillows and shelves …

The Starship

A glistening golden sabre slides into view. The shadow of a large shroud looms over it. The hallowed blade is nearly eclipsed by the primary shield generators, extending out just enough to shred anything that dare cross its path.  A turbolaser glares out from the tip of the wings, the barrel shimmering hotly. Further in …

Growing Up

We used to build forts out of bed sheets all the time as kids. Can you believe we’re teenagers now? Time flies! Thinking about childhood washes over me with a wave of nostalgia. It’s an overwhelming word, isn’t it? From turning hot wheels into trippy skates, to crying over a lost toy, they were the …

Cruel Euphemisms

Rays of sunbeam shone through the tiny gaps between the curtain sills and the blinds, and I looked around. The door would fling open any second now, and I’d be greeted by my mother’s smiling face, tied hair and sweaty nose from preparing my lunchbox in the kitchen all morning. She’d open it, that mahogany …

An ode to girlhood

What is the first thing in your mind when you think of your childhood? In my mind, there is no stagnant picture. It is a blur of emotions, a kaleidoscope of memories, fragments bursting with nostalgia. I am on a swing, laughing with my childhood friend in a park underneath the jagged moonlight with a …

Back in time, When I was nine

I woke up. I woke up to see myself in a strangely familiar room. Strange, yet comforting. Baffling, yet solacing. My thoughts intertwined like banyan roots, begging for clarity. However, deep down, my heart truly wanted no answers. Knowing exactly where I was, I smiled. The peculiar scent of my bachpan ka ghar had me …

Dear Diary

12th April 2014 Dear Diary, I’m soooooooooooo tired today. I had so much work to do! Attending all my classes and keeping up with everything that was going on in school and also making enough time to watch TV. Mom won’t let me till I’m done with all my homework, and homework is just so …

The Wolf Against the World (A Combination of Children’s Stories Involving Wolves)

Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Little Red Riding Hood. Once upon the same time lived three sibling pigs that were insufferable, even to each other, which is why they lived separately. Now, Little Red Riding Hood lived in a small shepherding village in the hills. This village had for long …

Through the Eyes of a Three-Year Old

“For oft, when on my couch I lie,In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye,Which is the bliss of solitude” - William Wordsworth Sunshine awakens a young child, as he walks to the bathroom, his eyes still negotiating for more sleep. As the svelte boy walks into the bathroom, his mouth widens and …

He’s had a Good Life, Yaar!

‘Chints!’  A name so affectionately coined by Satya Uncle and a true highlight of my childhood. It brings back so many memories, most of which make me grin ear to ear, just like I did when I was little. There’s nothing that describes my childhood more accurately than the two words, ‘Satya Uncle’. Opinionated, compassionate …

Late Night T.V.

“Now, how many men have you kissed?” A dream inside a      Dream inside a                    Dream.  Static from the television  wraps itself around you in waves of cruelty.     Blue velvet couch stained red              from the scabs under your—  Eyes tinged red. Pale yellow skin stretched over Faltering bones, chipping       away into             the slow spiral of time.  …

Bachpan

khwabo se buna hua ek wakt, rangeen nazaaron se bhara hua ek wakt, galtiyo ki koi gunj nahi, zamir mei koi daag nahi, bas hasi har taraf. zindagi ke sabse pyaare palo se bhara, ek pal mein guzarne wala ye waqt. bina hich-khichahat ke, har ek saans ko jeene ki chahat se, bina rukawat ke, …

Timeless Dreams, Youthful Gleams

In fields of emerald green, where the setting sun gleamed,We danced and played, in dreams forever steamed,Beneath the setting sun's warm golden rays, we’d ignore our parent’s screams, Back flipping off of park rides and cartwheeling around, oh so bold…Our sacred haven, where we’d craft tales that in the future would be told, We'd climb …