‘Likes to Cash’ contest entry- Reshma Velappan (Essex Lopresti)

“ What is the radiological diagnosis?” our orthopaedics professor asked showing us an X ray in the view box. We were the sixth semester MBBS students and could only hardly make out the bones from the black and white film. “Anybody?” , he asked expectantly looking into our eyes as a result of which our … Continue reading ‘Likes to Cash’ contest entry- Reshma Velappan (Essex Lopresti)

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‘Likes to Cash’ contest entry- Lingam Aishwarya (Live or Leave)

We used to enjoy our evenings at the beach.Those tides used to symbolize the ups and downs of life but we never understood the inner meaning behind it.The green leaves used to fall off the trees which symbolized that we are just a guest on this world, but not the host to live permanently. Sand … Continue reading ‘Likes to Cash’ contest entry- Lingam Aishwarya (Live or Leave)

‘Likes to Cash’ contest entry- Christina Karthaka (Once More)

Where shall I start from, everything's out of my control but my heart knows it all. Suddenly one day you kinda look at me and you think yeah she's cute. Cute is my expression when I really like them. A girl's mind takes a moment to understand others mind or character or situation but a … Continue reading ‘Likes to Cash’ contest entry- Christina Karthaka (Once More)

‘Likes to Cash’ Contest entry- Dear Diary (By Nida Saqib)

Dear diary , I loved her from the day I saw her. Those magical eyes look deep into mine through the mirror and I feel like kissing her so hard that she forgets all her pain. I wish I was able to hold her every time she sobbed and wished to have someone who could … Continue reading ‘Likes to Cash’ Contest entry- Dear Diary (By Nida Saqib)

Thorns and Petals

The air was filled with cries demanding justice. The crowds were swelling on the icy cold winter night. The entire city had forgotten to sleep. The media was on a warpath, whereas a group of students quietly marched with candles. I looked at them and wondered if the dripping wax was burning their fingers. Maybe … Continue reading Thorns and Petals

Guardian Angel

I was pissed. Pissed at everything- my mom, my sister, life, myself. But mostly, at my dad. I kicked open my cupboard and started flinging things everywhere, tearing apart my bookshelf book by book. Stupid dad. Abandoning me. Abandoning my family. Everyone. I shouted in rage as I pulled apart another section of my cupboard. … Continue reading Guardian Angel

More than just a typewriter

It has been a long day. No, scratch that. It had been a long week. The hustle bustle of everyday life had escalated to an extent where I could hardly close my eyes for a couple of moments. It's been only a week since I gave birth to twins and it has been the most … Continue reading More than just a typewriter