Writer’s Expanse

Burnt

by Devansh Arora

I bought me some whiskey back to home,

Freedom is not Given

By Chhavi Maheshwari

“Sometimes we maintain silence because war can be fatal. And sometimes we go to war because the silence is more fatal.”

When the world was asleep, India rose to life. When one had no reason to embrace even the smallest…

First Notebook

By Dipanker Tehlan

This actually arrived in the mail today. A notebook of personal accounts along with the…

THE DEVIL’S TEARS

By Anannya Chandra

Long ago, in the middle of nowhere, there used to be a village named Akuma. It was…

Mehr

By Apekshita Pandey

I was beginning to fall asleep when I realized it was already three in the morning. Sleep came to me in bits and pieces and so I never tried to turn it away when it did. I closed my files and laptop and set the alarm for the next morning, although I knew I wouldn’t need…

Oranges and Pistachios

By Jaskriti Kaur Narula

An Ordinary Existence

By Vrinda Ravu

3:05 PM

“Ramya, they’re here, you need to come fast!.” The voice of her sister floated up from beneath the open stairs, through her open door.

Swimming in a Fishbowl

By Rhea Mehta

LIFE.

Every day as the sun rises, I can be found in the deep exhale of relief when the first drop of coffee reaches your tongue, I can be found in the soft morning light filtering through the curtain on your bedroom window…