A poem by Shruti Kishore Sahi
Oh, Mountain! Oh, Mountain!
21st January 2017
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Oh, mountain! Oh, mountain!
How giant and majestic you are In thou, I see an old but a stern man Standing tall, holding the values conquered in life Like the trees and stones you hold, You make me feel timid From you, I learned there is no such thing which can quench my soul as you can From you, I learned life is beyond prejudice and inhibitions Oh, mountain! Oh, mountain! Vertical Divider
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A story by Vaidurya Pratap Sahi & R. S. Chintalapati.
The Killing Bow
28th December 2019
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As the cold winds touched the Prince, he rode triumphantly on his horse followed by two soldiers. He knew, he had earned the ride, the one he waited for a fortnight and as he rode his horse, his light blue cape cut the cold wind with the warmth of his anxiousness.
Listening to the thunder of galloping horses, subjects walked out into the street to witness nature’s will. On the street mentioned two weeks ago, Prince Indrajeet waited for Lakshmi and its master. Observing the Prince filled with pride in earning his ride, a few of his subjects were worried about Lakshmi. Their faces turned pale under the black clouds hiding the fierce burning ball behind it. The wind grew colder as Lakshmi finally approached them. On top of her was her companion Vishnu. |
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A story by Nikhila Kotni & R. S. Chintalapati
Your Loving Intern
30th June 2018
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On a sunny morning, Meera, Ritika and myself sat in my lawn to have tea. Placing her cup on the table, Meera asked, “So have you decided yet? Whether you intend to write your story?”
Finishing my tea, I replied, “Yes. I have decided not to write it.” While relishing the trimmed grass touching her feet, Ritika questioned, “Is it because of your hatred towards your past? Or is it that you dread the thought of exposing yourself?” Before I could reply, Meera asked Ritika, “Honestly, has she got any secrets to expose?” I couldn’t help but smile. Turning to Ritika, I said, “In my defence, I haven’t written anything in the past apart from my diary.” |
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