Only If I Could Turn Back Time: A Story by Beena Arjun
Nalini gazing into the emptiness, sipped a cup of tea as she sat on the old yet comfy armchair in her balcony. She enjoyed these...
Winners Corner
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All Beautiful Things Vanished: A Story by Sheela S. Iyer
Nisha and her husband, Deepak, always cherished family time and tried to instil its importance in their children. However, their words seemed to fall on...
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Life Without Light: A Story by Dr. Mallika Tripathi
Maa, what’s for dinner today?” Mousami asked excitedly, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Chitra smiled warmly, her voice as soft as a lullaby. “Your favorite,...
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The Ramadan Moon: A Poem by Harendra Narayan Singh
The crescent glows in silver light, A beacon in the peaceful night. Ramadan’s moon, so soft, so bright, Guides our hearts to prayers white. It...
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Prisoner: A Poem by Dr Balesh Jindal
Stamped and Inked, I arrived bawling and Yawning in the cradle. Newborn clothes perfectly colored, Fitted and matched, I smiled To their joy. “How pleasant..”...
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होली: अनिल कुमार श्रीवास्तव द्वारा रचित कविता
कैसे मैं खेलूँ होली सखा बनवारी राग-फाग और कहाँ बाजत मुरली प्यारी, नित निर्गुण ब्रह्म अनंत उर उपजे भए रंग अबीर असरारी। खुशबु समग्र व्यग्र-व्यथित...
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उड़ता गुलाल: अर्चना गुप्ता द्वारा रचित कविता
उड़ता गुलाल लगे जैसे, प्रकृति का रंगों से हो गया श्रृंगार, कह रहा उड़ता गुलाल, छा गया होली का खुमार, आ गया पावन त्यौहार, दिलों...
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A Beacon of Hope: A Poem by Aishath Shabana
The light in your eyes, soft yet bright, A beacon of hope in the coldest night. It whispers of dreams still waiting to rise, Like...
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उड़ता गुलाल: गरिमा सूदन द्वारा रचित कविता
चारों ओर दिखे उड़ता गुलाल, नीला, पीला, हरा, गुलाबी और लाल। गुलाल तूने मुझ पर ऐसे लगाया, जैसे श्री कृष्ण ने राधा जी पर प्रेम...
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The Three Pillar: A Story by Sheela S. Iyer
Suman fell at her husband Shishir’s feet, pleading with him to accept their differently-abled child. Her desperate cries, however, went unheard. Shishir coldly shoved her...
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Nomad: A Poem by Shashi Dhar Kumar
O restless spirit, where dost thou belong, Whose feet know nought of hearth or bounded land? Thy shadow drifts, as fleeting as a song, Upon...
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The Stillness Speaks: A Poem by Concetta Pipia
The snow falls in soft syllables, blanketing the world in quiet sentences. A single tree stands in the meadow, its branches heavy with the weight...
