Shreya ChariA change in the weatherCruel sunshine, its brightness attacks me, its clarity unfathomable. Not a cloud of reality is in sight, as birds chirp, screech. They…Mar 9, 2019Mar 9, 2019
Shreya ChariA letterA diary entry from tenth grade… It reflects the reality of me homeschooling. Totally unedited. It was one of my darkest times, but at the…Jan 8, 2019Jan 8, 2019
Shreya ChariOkayA poem (more like me pressing the enter button too many times). It’s very raw and unlike my usual pretentions…Nov 24, 2018Nov 24, 2018
Shreya ChariThrough the eyes of a dying soulI see a lamp. I see a pretty vintage lamp that housed squirrels drunk on autumn’s spell. Its pompous yellow light illuminated a lonely…Nov 13, 2015Nov 13, 2015