David Herbert Lawrence was born in Eastwood, Nottinghamshire. His father was a coal miner, and Lawrence’s early novel, Sons and Lovers, gives a vivid description of what country life was then like in a mining community. He graduated from the Nottinghamshire university college and qualified as a teacher. His collected works represent an extended reflection … Continue reading Critical Analysis of ‘Piano’ by D. H. Lawrence
Everytime my mind wanders to my innocent past of crayons and strict bedtimes, my secret pet- A grey and white kitten- always invades my thoughts. It still amazes me that even after almost 10 years, the existence of my pet is still a secret. I had found it in the park, muddy and tired. It … Continue reading Rain
By RADHIKA GARG The poem 'Road Not Taken' by Robert Frost: Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as … Continue reading An Appreciation Of ‘The Road Not Taken’
BY MEHUL SINGLA Life is a gift we got Which is passing like a trot It is a mixture of up and down Learn to swim before you drown Life is a journey we all are on Choose the right path before it's gone It is a puzzle which demands to be solved Solve it … Continue reading What is life?
Caged. We are thrown behind bars Of stereotypes and 'ideals'. Bars made of what people think Is right or wrong. Bars made of their 'standards', Their expectations of how our lives should be. "You are free to be who you are" But not gay or bisexual for that's a sin. Don't be a man who … Continue reading Caged
BY ANITHA CHAKRAVARTHY The sea could not touch her little feet, as she hopped back every time making it impossible for it to touch her. Her smile broadened every time she disappointed the wave. She chuckled in happiness about the little victory of her’s. The sea tried harder and harder only to fail every single … Continue reading Footprints in the Sand
The wind tugged at my coat; First gentle, then fierce. I knew it was useless to fight And so I gave in. It swept me off of my feet And pushed me back into long lost years. Not sure how far back it threw me, But once I got over the queasiness I found myself … Continue reading Those Old Days