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April Issue of our Magazine is dedicated to

Women Art ists , Photographers , Bloggers

.We are celebrat ing womenhood by

featuring best work of Women Ar t ists . The

Magazine is more focused on creat ive

conceptual Photography . Hope you will

love our work .

Thank You to all the Contributor's

Narayan Sahu

Founder Chief Editor

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The day I got my first tat too

you asked me what it meant

it was a li t t le dove f lying skyward

wi th a gi lded arrow point ing both ways

But I laughed and told you

all tattoos needn t have a meaning

And it was true then

We were just f r iends back then

though my f r iends told me you were obviously in love with me

I could not believe someone as level- headed as you

would see anything in a gir l t hat was half - sane and half insane

I was a dangerous combinat ion of self -doubt and pride

too high to fall over and yet a sucker for words

and you had eyes the colour of my favourite t ime of night anyway

So I shut off the thoughts that went beyond my favourite t ime of

night

and decided to focus on your eyes instead

The second t ime I got a tattoo

an eclipse burying a wayward moon

you didn t ask me what i t meant

but t his t ime it did

for stories are as true as we make them

Do you know t hat feel when the universe as you know i t

goes blind against the night sky

and you are just a chi ld

standing below the eclipsed moon

searching for a feeling in your heart

to tell you that this is only a phase

that i t wi ll not last

But my date with depression

did transform into a complete relationship

I am sorry i f you felt lef t behind

whi le I danced alone to the tune of these mood swings

that take hold of me and tell me

I have got nothing to f ight

as I sit here and watch my days being eaten away

by yet another eclipse,

I st i ll feel the the fear of losing you

even though I alr eady lost you to my fear

You and I,

we made cit ies come to li fe

You,

you were something

You,

did not happen to most people,

only the pri vi leged

But this eclipse across my heart

is not just a phase

It has stayed with me longer than any person

And I can only sit here

and let these thoughts

build and bury cast les in my mind.

wispofthoughts

having these thoughts run me down

and create hur ricanes in my head

I did not mean to break your phone

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I have been this way since a very young age.

A rebel.

I was born wi th wings

And f ire in my heart .

Hyperactive.

Stubborn kid.

I fought for f reedom.

I fought for everything I have.

Now I have reached this point

This moment

When I am telling you that don t keep anyone or anything that takes away your

innocence from you.

Earlier hannah montana st ickers used to make me happy

Now looking at the stars and the moon do.

Don t be so self ish to ask and yell at your beloved to grow up.

You lost your innocence doesn t mean you will expect others to act like a grown up

person too.

Let i t be.

Accept this moment . Accept them. Kiss forhead.

Dance. Love.

Play with your own hair and laugh.

Be a rebel. .

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Dear woman,

Somet ime you'll just be too much woman.

Too smart. Too beaut i ful. Too st rong.

Too much of something that makes a man feel less

of a man.

Which wi ll make you feel like you have to be less of

a woman.

The biggest mistake you can make

Is removing jewels from your crown

To make it easier for a man to carry.

When this happens, I need you to understand,

You do not need a smaller crown.

You need a man with bigger hands.

By Nupur Singh

Hey you gotta study hard , he said. I shall , I replied.

And that is how I fell in a love wi th a guy, I couldn't have.

We f irst knew each other just by f ace. We did not even know each other's name.

Then one f ine day, the guy came to me and asked, Do you mind if I sit here? , I replied plainly, Yes.

And the rest just felt like a drop of rain on a hot summer day. He helped me in every possible aspect

of my li fe. We talked about our favourite books and tried to f ind an alt ernative for the parts we

didn't li ke, we talked about songs and li stened to each other's favourite and told the stories why the

song was writ ten, we talked about galaxies, parallel universe, life af ter death, we talked about

happiness, sadness, depression, success, loss. We talked all day and when we were apart , I felt like

I 'm missing a part of me. It all happend within a month. He makes me happy, but sad because I know

we can't be together. How weird it is? When you find a person who understands you and knows

your silence and understand what your eyes are saying, and you can't be with the person. I am a

paradox r ight now, I want to be wi th him and tell him what I feel, but I don't want him to know

because I don't know how he is going to take it .

Now, I am here wait ing for a mirage to appear in a desert . All I know i s someday it wi ll be better

than an illusion.

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They sold me, you bought me and lef t me

in the dark.

I t was so dark t hat I could hardly see my

own body. My fear was on i ts peak... I was

struggli ng... Struggli ng against

darkness...struggling against my

thoughts..but was helpless.

You came again and switched on the light ...

My hopes gradually started rising and then you str ipped me of f , pushed me and did whatever a

beast could do.

I did not struggle, I did not revolt because I was told not to. The day I was born I was expected to do

this,as if this is the sole purpose of my li fe.

Yes it was expected from me by others but has anyone ever asked what I wanted in the f irst

place?? No...

Did you ask?? No...

Who cares This is for what I am born...you thought ...

... You left me in the same darkness again, with an expectat ion to be better in bed with you next

time.

You gave me all the materialist ic luxury one can dream of and expected me to be good in bed... Huh

You idiot , you thought that I wi ll sell my soul f or these materiali st ic things.

Soul I said i t wrong coz u don't consider me a soul, you consider me a body...a flesh... But who

cares This is for what I am born.

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As i lay here i look at my hands

I m reminded of the touch

That i have forgotten

How it feels to have your f ingers

Folded between mine and lingers

Now that you are away for a whi le

All i need is that u hold my hand

Let me see a whole new world

Let me feel that m not alone

I have someone who can soothen my soul

Someone who assures sadness will be soon

thrown

Just hold my hand unti l f orevermore

And my heart wi th love that i adore

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So many songs about what you feel But not one describes them properly

A heartbreak there A failure now. Isn? there something beyond it all?

Oblivion maybe or j ust the stars.

A f ew dreams achieved and lots of broken hearts.

I heard one say ignorance is bliss. But is it really bliss?

To ignore what you feel To ignore what you think

To ignore the mistakes To ignore the lives at stake

Ignore ignore ignore ignore. Ignore this ignore that.

You call i t bliss it is just plain sad.

I look around and see a lot I just close my eyes and let my thoughts run around

A broken heart a shattered soul. Al l i t needs a f ixing

Or maybe something more? Maybe a diamond or a new car. Or maybe just the strength to bear

the scar. ? Swetha Sekar

The Following is a conversat ion I had with one of the visit ing facult y when I was an

undergraduate. It?s all hi s observat ion and wr i t ing.

Today a young woman told me that she wanted a ?love marriage ? not an arranged marriage but

she doubted that she would ever f ind a man who would be her ki nd of man so she might have to

just resign herself to an arranged marriage. She felt that most men were insensit ive cont roll ing

and too busy being ?the man.? She wanted them to be more ?the human.?

She told me how male f riends of hers without being asked often feel f ree to tell her that she is too

skinny too loud too rebellious or too free. She said ?What gives them the right? Just because

they are men they t hink t hey can tell me how I should be.?

I asked ?So you think you?l never f ind a man you can love?? And to my complete surprise she

said ?Oh I already have a man I love.?

IT?S A LL THE SA M E

EVERYWHERE? .WITH

EVERYONE.

She then told me this long tale of a boy she had known as a child the son of her father?s best

f r iend. They had been in the same class but in separate schools but used to meet really often.

When she was st i ll i n primary school her family moved away and they saw each other only every

couple of years. A few years ago she saw him after so many years she really did not know how to

respond and what to say and the year after they met again. From what she can tell f rom

Facebook exchanges he is happy and doing well in a city far away f rom her.

The thing is he apparent ly doesn? know she is in love with him and when he f inds out she said

?He wi ll have the shock of his li fe.? Although she has given him the hint that she likes ?someone?

but she has not disclosed the name. To her surprise what she observed was the fact that he was

really curious to know the name.

She said she is interested in him respect ful of him but i s not really in touch wi th him so

therefore she does not know what kind of a person he really is. She is afraid of the fact that what

if the person she loves turns out to be the same like her two other f r iends. But she would be glad if

i t?s just an i llusion and would be happy even i f the i llusion would come to an end. She said that if

she ever tells him of her love she is prepared for him to tell her he doesn? love her and she

believes that is the most likely response. She laughed as she said this but with tears in her eyes.

By Prerna Malhotra

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The last resort -

Of ten you try making your self preoccupied with work in order to escape over thinking. In order

to avoid realizat ion of you being so broke. Why do we always t ry t o hide our tears, the scar, the

wound ? Why do we bury them deep down. Why do always try to be so strong ? Af ter all the fact

is, we are too scared, too damaged and too agonized by own bui lt worries.

Personally, I see you as a partner who's been with me as a Friend, as a mate, as a companion who

has always been here, for me, irreplaceable. I don't know why do people nowadays run away f rom

reality Why do we can't accept it ( rat ionally ). Not always fake hopes are meant to be. At t imes

destroying them may hurt you and as t ime passes by, t hings will be the way they're suppose to

You can't always hold onto something that is not for you at the f irst place.

Who says wait ing sucks big t ime ? I think, our generat ion is too much into INSTANT that we've

faded the essence of pat ience. Pat ience not each time, mean sit t ing in a corner for your chance,

rather it means for people to notice you sooner or later.

By Saumya Rathore

Like a water

fal l in slow

motion

Like a map

with no ocean

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In order to avoid a robbery you keep your house locked yes?

In order to avoid future robberies you teach people that thef t is wrong yes?

Now

In order to avoid creepy st rangers you teach your 5 year old daughter to say no to st rangers offering

sweets. When she reaches 13 to avoid unwanted attent ion you warn her not walk home alone or

take the shortcut. At 19 you are well aware of sexual harassment so you advise your daughter to

maintain her modesty.

In order to avoid future sexual harassment what do we do?

Whi le these are all valid lessons I would li ke to interrupt the coaching of our cult ure and ask why

nobody taught us not to harass? If women can mani fest a sense of responsibili ty within themselves

about their safety then why do we miss the fundamental point of internali zing responsibili ty

within young males? It?s surprising how many parents warn their daughters before leaving the

house but don? take a second glance at their sons.

It?s about t ime we come to the realizat ion that a woman?s safety and a girl?s innocence is not just her

father or her brother?s responsibili ty it?s everyone?s responsibili ty.

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FOREVER IS A LIE

The end is only death

No love, No care but Death.

Li fe leads to death..

No One stays Forever

Cause Forever is just a Lie

And in the middle of this awkward journey..

Some wi ll come in your li fe

And wi ll make you beli eve that this journey ain't that bad

And eventually you'll fall for them

LOVE.HOPE.ALIVE

You'l l feel like your world has changed, completely

And then there you are..

Now you don't fear death anymore

You feel alive

You can just f i ll this ent ire world wi th Happiness with them

They be your Forever

But forever is just a Lie.. And they leave someday.. They just

slip out of your li fe leaving you in dark..

You feel betrayed.

And because one can never change the tradit ion

You badly crave for death.. Helplessly,

You'l l have to walk t he forsaken lane alone

Your insides wi ll hurt , badly.

Your sad journey will depress you more and more..

The journey to death will seem li ke a Never Ending forever

But forever is just a Lie..

Cause you'll die daily Wait ing for death to come.. Because

forever is just a Beautiful l ie

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What are we af ter all?

Just puppets in the hands of Time.

Time wanted us to be born

so we cried and entered the world.

Time wanted us to grow up

we crawled and stumbled

and learned to get up.

Time wanted us to learn lessons

it broke our hearts shat tered our dreams.

Time wanted us to be responsible

so it made us learn how to priorit ize.

Time wanted us to be grateful

it made us old and frai l

so we cherish the days of our youth.

Time got bored of us

found some way t o get us ki lled.

So what role do we play in our own li ves

if Time controls everything?

Perhaps learning to walk wi th time

making the most of i t

and li ving rather than exist ing

could help us shape our lives

if not wholly control i t

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Accept the t ruth, bit ter t ruth.

No matter how much you try, some

things and some people are not going to

stay, let them go.

Lett ing go is going to be hard,

But you know i t is the best for you, don t

you?

Don t be scared to face your fears, you re

just a li t t le human,

You don t have to carry t he world upon

shoulders.

Someone once told me, Everything is

going to be alr ight , you just have to

believe that there is something around

you which is more powerf ul t han you

think , I asked, What is i t? , he

said, FAITH, faith in yourself .

Have a li t t le faith everything wi ll be

fine.

You might have just lost a job or a f r iend

or someone who is gone for once and for

all, is i t going to come back? Ask it to

yourself , you know the answer.

Believe that whatever has happened is

for good, I know i t is not easy, but have a

lit t le fait h.

There is something out there wait ing for

you, just for YOU.

By Riddhisha

I am fire, I am flawless,

I sit , I run, I break, I r ise.

I am a beaut iful disaster.

Stop.

I, am not the world.

Let s talk about

what the road means

to a grandmother running marathons.

She runs wild,

for she had to wait

twenty- four years and two husbands,

to buy a pair of sneakers.

Think about the

preteen gir l who got kicked

out of her brother s football team

because puberty,

was worse for her,

than the boys

and how the breasts,

you compare with dips in valleys,

were her worst hand-me-downs.

Let s talk about

what the rainbow looks li ke

to the eyes of a 46 year old

who never came out

but forever remained trapped

in a closet of pink and red sarongs,

and stolen, gli t tering tr inkets.

I thought I d get bet ter through the month,

actually get t ing worse, never mind.

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You fell in love wi th this gir l

Who was exact ly opposite to everyt hing you had

ever looked forward to in a lover.

She was loud, a rebel always high on energy. I t

troubled you how often she laughed, and for so long.

You never had had someone like her before. Your life

was easy. Rout ine.

It was quiet .

She hi t you li ke turbulence so strong

You couldn t resist .

She made fun of the squint in your eyes so of ten and

no matter how bad it cut through you,

You knew

You d go back home to her every night just so you

could hear her sing crappy songs t i ll both of your

giggles turned into inconsistent snoring.

You knew

You d rather not wake up than wake up in the

absence of her laughter that made sunshine seem not

as important to mark t he beginning of your day.

She was that ini t ial gust of thunder that lef t you

unnerved. Uncertain. Feeble.

But you needed her to make you feel like you could breathe hard and laugh harder and hold her hand.

She had the smile that healed a million hearts and ki lled twice the number who craved her presence

under their bedsheets.

Of all t hose brimming wi th passion for her, she picked you. The cracked egg.

Wasn t i t unbelievable? It was li ke being that leaf of the t ree whi ch doesn t fall af ter the rain pours

down

.

You felt powerful because no matter how annoying it got , she had given you the rights to have her. .

Unti l one day, no whi te teeth blocked the sunshine

Your f ingers wi th hers were not intertwined.

You woke up next to a pillow abandoned, she was done wi th you.

She needed her inconsistency back.

And you, you returned to being the wreck

That you were before she had li t you up with those strawberry pecks all over your skin.

.

St i ll in love wi th her, aren t you?

But that is what she was all about.

She brought you peace, only to later crush you with doubts.

By Bhavya

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I ts you who makes the dif ference.

A body of water, breathing absolute st i llness. No ripples, bubbles or waves; formless, shapeless. You

can throw in a pebble, to make the sur face ripple. You may make it shake, to bui ld some waves. You

may bott le it so, or just let it f low. Do you see it hence, its you who makes the dif ference.

An unwrit ten page, naked, creaseless, white Vi rgin to the touch of ink, hues, wr ites.You may draw a

dream, paint an untold scream. You may crumple it away, make a boat and play. Write bout a secret

felony, f old some Or igami. Do you see it hence, its you who makes the dif ference.

A child's heart unsullied, chaste and celibate. Stranger to dualit ies, theology, and hate. Let him be

poisoned, by the bite of reli gion. Or, See him play the superiority- game, loose to Lust- for- fame. Or,

let him simply live, teach him to foresee and forgive. Do you see it hence, only you could make a

difference.

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four

stop blaming your body.

you have secrets tucked in between t he st rands of your hair, that loosely hang over your shoulders.

the smoke in your eyes can make a f ire in t he ocean. but all you see is some extra ski n, some f lesh

juggling around your stomach. and you easily let your bones fall a prey to a rest less dance of blame.

through your afternoon hi ccups, to midnight hypnotics, you make your body an easy target for all

your grief . and when you enter a room, you are always scared to bring along all the woman in you.

stop.

stop blaming your breasts. stop blaming your cheekbones. don t blame the places you bleed. but

blame everyt hing that makes you beli eve that your body is a burial ground for everyt hing you

could not be.

you, have a heart . that does not need to learn t he art of camouf lage. instead it can be the rainbow

you always hunt af ter each rain.

you, my love, aren t the accidental address on a package that does not belong to you. every bit of

your f lesh, it belongs. and i t hides beneath itself the gli t ter of a starry night. only if you li f t your

bundle of blame and let i t shine.

five.

stop reading magazines that tell you what not to wear.

this one isn t a long fancy wr ite up spri nkled wi th fancy metaphors that wi ll make you drop your

mouth in awe, this is just one simple thing i have always wanted to tell all you women out there.

please don t let cosmopoli tan decide if your thighs are too heavy for that ski rt , or if your breasts are

too small for that deep li ne top. please don t let your body feel constrained by the weight of all excuses

you put forward for i ts imperfect ions.

please don t chain t he love for your body to false masks.

By Kusha

We fall, we get up and we fall again,

And again, we learn to move on,

This again is the toughest.

This again is more painful.

This again has more venom to spread.

But you have to, because you need to and because

you deserve it .

Go for a walk alone, see the sunset, sip your

favorite drink,

It might sulk a li t t le to see others together,

But the gush of wind wi ll make you forget the rest .

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Diary of a 20 something boy

She looked beautiful. How I wondered living a li fe wi th her every second of my breath

It had been a fortnight since we had first spoken. A newbie in town, I wasn't sure of how welcoming

this new city would be. She made up for all that I ever wanted fr om this city. All those evening

walks, all those emot ional messages, all those late night conversat ions, t hey seemed so touching.

Everyday was so special with her, I thought she was the sunshine to my r ainy day. But who knew,

she would leave me when I needed her shade the most.

She was nothing but AUTUMN.

Diary of a 20- something gir l

Shadow? Never. Sunshine? Always. That 's what I perpetually believed in. I was told, since

chi ldhood, that we gir ls are equal to boys. No one can deny us our f reedom, our r ights. Now that I 'm

20, I know what they told me before were plain li es.

Why do my parents worry about my marr iage when I'm just 20 and don't care about my brother 's

even when he's 25? Am I a burden or am I not?

When I have to go to a movie, why am I asked about how many boys are going to accompany me?

What dif ference wi ll it make if I go wi th a 100 boys or none

When I asked my Dad for a car, the look on his face instant ly told me that he didn't trust me wi th i t .

Why does this society generalize instances and make them into taboos which hinder opportuni t ies

for several genuine others?

Late night part ies or night outs, Indian parents will always have their judgments and apprehensions

when i t comes to us, gir ls.

Males aren't any less stereotypical when i t comes to givi ng Female the charge of anything.

Sometimes, I feel li ke shouting on the top of my voice and explaining it to everyone that we women

aren't just meant to be home makers, we're here to rule the world. So broaden your horizons and let

us take the f li ght . If we fall , we wi ll r ise again and if we soar high, we wi ll take you along. But for

that , let us FLY.

Dary of a 2 something

aegistolife

Weren't we ? But we aren't told to be real,

rather we need to be perfect. And what is

"PERFECT" .

Hey I am lef t .handed. THAT AI NT PERFECT.

Because it 's NOT PERFECT. But what is

perfect ? .

Perfect ion is nothing but a fallacy, a

unthoughtful f olly created by t he twisted

perceptions of the gory human mind.

I am not close to perfect and I know I wont

ever be. But that won't stop me from being me

and won't stop anyone being from themselves.

WE ARE BORN TO BE REAL, NOT PERFECT.

And this is totally off handed, but somehow I

am just tell ing you all ,

I am O-ve, do let me know your blood groups,

just to see how odd one can be.

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Marr ied since eight months

Each day and night he wished

Things to eventually improve between them

The f irst night he tr ied having her

She uncomfortably denied saying she needed t ime

To get to know him

Time to fall in love wi th him

And then take a step.

He wait ed since then pat ient ly

Watch her beauty overf low each day

See her elegance r ise each night

And resisted

One and two and eight months passed

How much patient a man could be ?

When asked for a clarif icat ion

She said she was a bit shy and a reserved person.

Tonight was freezing cold

A glass of rum he had to hold

Losing his senses n patience of wait ing

He layed all over her

For the f irst t ime they were mating

How long could she keep mum

When often he said "I love you "

Tonight she had to lie

Saying she loved him too

How long could she keep herself

Away and unt ouched

Tonight she had to offer herself

Tears rolled down her cheeks then

Heavy him she carr ied upon herself

Bedsheets she pressed

She almost lost her breath

She lost her pulse

And prayed inside it was soon done

She so tr ied to consider i t pleasure

But alas ...

An old pain had caged her

The reason why she never offered herself t i ll date

Later she mourned under him

For death of her soul

As deep wi thin her heart resided someone else .

The one upon her eyed her with lust

So she chose to close her eyes tight

To view another ...her only love

Her each expression he captured well

The chi ld in her he preserved

He had never let her down

Never had let her fall

Beyond the touch

They loved beyond the lust

Beyond family constraints

They loved as if i t was must

Somewhere they knew

In future they had to fall apart

But unti l the f inish line

They chose to walk

.

One f ine evening they pre planned

Argument of mind and heart

They had to start

She asked him to try a li t t le more

Since, walking of f?

She wasn't sure

But now he was t ired

To convince the world around him

That the twinkle in her eye

Was only her being

She tr ied not to make it dif f icult

Wi th tears and fooli sh pleading

So gulping tears inside

On the outer she smiled

No kisses , hugs or holding hands

No miss u's or love u's were exchanged

Inside self they murdered each other

Unt i l they bleeded maroon red

She looked away to not see him going

And lef t wi th a heavy heart

Not to return anyway

They f inally f ell apart

nacceptable choices

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The one upon her eyed her with lust

So she chose to close her eyes tight

To view another her only love

Her each expression he captured well

The child in her he preserved

He had never let her down

Never had let her fall

Beyond the touch

They loved beyond the lust

Beyond family constraints

They loved as if i t was must

Somewhere they knew

In future they had to fall apart

But unti l the f inish line

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Don t think, Just go.

Open curtains, Spotlight, Sound. Enter. Capture. Surrender. Because the stage is nothing till you

make it come alive.

As a dancer/performing art ist , these words are something that I swear by when I approach a

showcase.

As a commoner, however, these words just seem cliched and impractical.

Maybe because we re afraid to do something dif ferent as it doesn t fall in t he usual scheme of things.

Maybe because we know others would constant ly throw pins at us thus gradually piercing and

ripping us apart . Maybe because sometimes we have to compromise on the dearest of things to

please the dearest of people. Maybe because there are way too many road blocks and t oo less by lanes

to help us out . Maybe because we constant ly follow a f ixed path thinking that s how i t is supposed to

be.

Or maybe we could let go and change the scri pt of li fe.

Start ing with, we MUST try t o include drama in our lives. There s a gamut of emoticons to choose

from and apply them in t he real l i fe.

Compassion because a simple smile at a stranger, with the eyes doing all the talking may li ght up all

the dif fused bulbs inside your body.

Anger , in addit ion t o negat ivity and bad vibes, may just make you strong and help you face more

wrath.

Jealousy, as dramat ic as i t is, may either take you uphill or downhill li ke every other thing in the

world, but it could also mean you care.

Courage

because even though i t is something you think you never have, you fail to realize how else

you re survi vi ng through all t he fai lures and defeats ?

Faith ; because having expectat ions from people and pinning hopes on someone, instead of leaving

you into shattered pieces, may just end up being a happy surprise, giving us someone to lean on.

Love, because hate is just too mentally t axing. And because human heart knows nothing else.

Hopebecause when all else fails, that is all

we can cli ng on t o.

There s suf fering, but remember there are also rainbows. And they are pretty. And can make you

kinda happy.

So, maybe for all t he good things that are probably in store for you, the roadblocks, the scuf f les, the

brickbats and the occasional periods of insanity that you went through, not to forget the wondrous

people you passed by during the journey - it s all worth i t .

Remember, the audience will either applaud or t hrow tomatoes at you. What they do, depends on

what you do. Your life is nothing till you make it come alive

So don t be lazy, wake up f rom those stupid happy dreams and start chasing, keep looking. Cause i f

you don t cont inue looking, you ll never know what you re looking for.

Time really is running out. And you sure as hell don t wanna lose...to yourself .

As they say, the world s a stage and we are merely just actors.

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To people who don't enjoy solitude.

An open let ter to the people who don't understand the importance of being wi th oneself , who do not

enjoy soli tude, who cannot li ve alone or who act to live alone only to feel 'lonely'.

People who can not live alone or cannot spend t ime with oneself in solitude or in silence are basically

the people who are af raid of gett ing hit by reality. They are people who are dependent on others for

emotions, acceptance and love. They crave for people to fulf i ll the gaps created by their insecurit ies,

complexes and low self esteem bui lt over years. I t can be you, me, anyone.

I wi ll hit you simple and hard wi th a fact that is so true it wi ll defy your t hinking.

I used to believe that people who are in touch wi th me act in a certain way towards me because of my

behavior, deeds, thoughts, ideologies and words that I have expressed to them. I used to believe that

whatever wrong happened in any situat ion between us was because of my wrong approach towards

it . The situat ion could be anything - good or bad. Doesn't really matter. I always felt I was lacking

something that made people behave the way they behaved wi th me.

Lately, I reali zed that it is not t rue. IT IS NOT TRUE AT ALL. Al l these years I wasted myself t rying

to fathom the law of relat ion, t ryi ng to chase, run and be someone I am not because I wanted to be

accepted by people. I always considered myself at the center of any of my relat ion's ramblings. No,

this isn't my ego saying, I am something and the world revolves around me. This in fact was my low

self esteem saying, maybe I don't deserve good friends and good relat ionships because of what I am.

That 's a dif ferent zone altogether.

The truth is, no matter how close you are, no matter how much people portray you to be elemental

and cent ral to their livi ng, no matter how much emotionally and deeply you connect, no matter how

much you think your words inf luence someone, at the end of the day, your importance is negligible

in their li fe. Believe it or not they wi ll only follow your words to the extent it doesn't af fect or

thwart their ideologies, at t i tudes or beliefs. There is nothing wrong in i t . And in f act, this should

st imulate you to be independent .

WHY?

Every human being at their core has the right to be individualist ic, opinionated and free to choose

what they want to do and how they want to be. The moment your ideologies and beliefs start to

inf ringe their space they will start t rust ing you a li t t le less and take their steps back. People will

only tell you what they want you to know and hear because everyone is tryi ng to save themselvesby

being betheir own hero. That 's the inherent nature of human beings. You can not change it and your

presence isn't a special occasion that they will t reat you dif ferent ly so stop coercing people to love

you or accept you.

To the people who are constant ly running and chasing tails, I think i ts t ime you start li ving for

yourself . While you are constant ly t rying to understand the world by chasing randoms; somewhere

someone has known world as a better place by delving deeper inside self . How shallow can i t be that

you t ry to describe world in someone else's opinion because you never found t ime for yourself to

create your own understanding about it . Nobody i s too busy, i t 's all about prior it ies and I t hink in

li fe, nobody is bigger a priority than you. Stop livi ng in a delusional world of care taking. Pretense is

a funny thing. It can make beli eve or it can shatter dreams. The reali ty i s what you are running af ter

is not yours to keep. Someday, it will leave and it wi ll make your heart bleed.

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"I feel li ke crying every t ime I think about my sister

growing up. And I want you all to know why.When I was

eleven years old, I realized that I was part of a contest that

I never signed up for. No one really knew who the judge

was either. And i t turns out that no one receives a golden

crown at the end of i t . No one wins. Because you?e either

too skinny or too fat, or your li ps are too small or they? e

too big, or you?e too tall or you?e too short . The boys

ranked gir ls according to how pretty they were. You

became a number. You were either number one or two or

three, and if you weren? those, well let?s be honest, you

didn? really matter.

I believe that we need to redef ine what beauty means. We

need to teach gir ls and boys about their t rue worth and

potent ial. Because being at t ract ive to others is not all that

matters. Making a dif ference in the world is."

By Malavika

Diverse India " dancers ,

colours , children , snake

charmers , tea vendors ..

As a photographer India

doesn't fai l to surprise

you .. I 'm Originally

from Mumbai and now

li ving in Hong Kong

since 14 years but I

yearn for my home , my

heart wants to reach out

to my roots , there's so

much t o explore back

home Photography is

just a medium for the

"journey back my roots "

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I have always been int r igued by the sense of mystery that f lowers posses. Bougainvilleas surround

me nowadays and

i was deeply struck by their magni f icence, enough to brush up my knowledge about them. I learnt

that bougainvilleas grow irrespect ive of whether they are watered or not. They are found at every

nook and corner and by just being there, they add to the beauty of the surroundings. Bougainvillea

vines climb anywhere and everywhere. You just have to look around and you ll f ind one, blooming

in a quaint li t t le corner. I couldn t stop thinking of all the women around me and how all of them

are bougainvilleas in their own respect.

They spread their beauty not caring if anyone notices it . They just are.

The bright colors of the bougainvillea are known t o be ext remely at t ract ive and one who passes by

a bougainvillea cannot ignore it s beauty and tends to admire it .

Giving the lime- li ght to the bri ght colors and the external beauty, the real f lower- the soul of t he

plant is hidden, visible only to one who cares enough to look.

All the women I have known to love and respect have spir i ts akin to this f lower. Don t look at

yourself through their eyes. You are beaut iful, inside and out . Your souls only deserve to be opened

up to people who care. You need no one, you are enough. You are more than enough.

So I wanted to create a series dedicated to all the women. I have tr ied to capture simple, rust ic and

raw beauty of everyday women t hat goes unnot iced. Although the essence of what it is to be a

woman, what i t is to be a bougainvillea isn t seizable but i have tr ied my best to at least give a

glimpse to one who cares enough to really see.

Bougainvillea series

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I took a lantern and stepped into the dark

forest of chaos and baff lement .

Every prophecy seemed incoherent ,

I was seeking for reli ance but the despair was

malevolent.

Li ke a parasite i t inaugurated all my desires

and the f ire that was glint ing through the

cracks of my heart,locked in bizarre.

I was f loundering about in the deep of fshore

waters,

gasping for the air of bli theness and hearty

laughter's.

But nothing came and rescued my lost soul,

I was already sinking and wrecked too much t o

drown into mucky water.

Waist deep in this black water I stood tall

Turned a blind eye to the war raging amongst the clouds and massive rainfall

Because I had stopped believing that almighty would ever hear my call

But then something pulled me inside and I went like a f ired cannonball.

Seeking a f inal stop while unraveling the profoundness I swayed

Soon after reaching the bottom I found crumbled dark souls there, deeply ingrained.

How spooky they all looked wi th no eyes in t he head

One of them came closer and to me he said

Now you'll be like us too,as you're dead.

By Prashasti Srivastava

He t iptoed

In the dark abyss

Of her soul

And whir led through

Every bottomless pit

She was fall ing into

To catch

All t he remnants of her

He held and caressed

Her wrecked soul

He breathed

Soft hymn of love

into her ravaged heart

Crooning and calling onto

The f inal shreds of strength

She has lef t in her

So she can li f t her f ingers

And hold His

And together

They can once again

Fly away to the lands

They once called home

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I woke up on Sunday wi th Facebook dutifully not ifying me that it was the f irst day of Spring.

Wi th a sigh I sat up staring at that vi rtual patchwork of whi te and blue painted on my phone t i ll

my vision blur red. Don? most poets and wr iters romant icize the Spring? Haven? they sung odes

praising it s beauty and soaked rolls upon rolls of parchments trying to scribble down all of i t?s

cont r ibution to Mankind. Spring was supposed to be that ki nd person who would have graciously

of fered to uncap the t ight ly jammed lid of f this jar of a heart and then t i lt i t to bleed the ink that

rested inside. I t was supposed to be that grand epiphany of my mundane li fe which would have

made me realise that I was born t o die whi le bleeding ink on t o a paper; that the redolence of

f reshly spilled ink was my one t rue love. I looked around my eyes desperate for the sight anything

at all t hat would st ir enough turbulence and provide me with even the slightest motivation to grab

the pen that rested right next to me and impart li fe to words on a paper with strokes of blue. I kept

searching for all t hose signs of Spring that I have heard about but I could f ind none. I could hear

no birds singing melodies to ?welcome?the Spring nor was there any subt le breeze playing wi th

my locks. There was none of that greenery outside the window but an harsh looking wall of

cement smirking back at me from outside my window. A pop of sound turned my attent ion back to

my phone and a sad smile crawled it way onto my l ips. A post f rom her. I exi t the wretched app and

start searching rest lessly for my f avourite picture of us. My seventeenth birthday you point ing a

plast ic kni fe at me I feigning fear us smili ng together. I sat there sulking lurking amid the

shadows of the opaque nostalgia that had somehow managed to engulf me during the broad day

li ght. I could hear the quiet t icking of the clock t hat slowly urged me to get ready for ?Soul

Sunday? another desperate attempt of mine to infuse enough emotions into this stoic heart of

mine and help i t recall the bliss of wr i t ing.

The way to college was a t rance. All that I could do was to stare at the heap of dried leaves lying

on footpaths. At intervals a gent le breeze would come and li f t the dead leaves up in to the air and

they would follow a turbulent way back down. The breeze would make them dance midair and

then slowly cradle their fall before leaving. My gaze seemed to be not needing any excuse to

f ixate i tself upon t hose heaps of leaves the ent ire way. I reached college and paced around

rest lessly. I need to write I kept tell ing myself but I could f ind no words. I reached home and

pulled out my phone tryi ng to scribble this down but words seemed to have failed me. I should

have writ ten this apology that you deserve but instead I chose to hide myself behind words that

described my af fair with ink. Even now instead of looking right into your eyes and speaking my

heart out while knowing that you wi ll understand because you always do I self ishly resort to

writ ing you this letter and at tempt to hide my cowardice under the guise of my love for words.

Here?s to the ?Sister f rom another Mother?

I have no other words to of fer you right now but two bleak f ive lettered words. Now the words

might appear so deceiving that they would make the World?s greatest magicians shy away f rom

competit ion but believe it when I say this I mean them wi th every shrivel every f iber of my

exi stence. I am sorry. I am sorry f or cancelling plans that we had both agreed upon. I am sorry

for every backward step that I took with inch that you tr ied to reach out. You never f ailed to see

the turmoil I was stuck in you kept asking me what was the mat ter what had led in to this

errat ic behavior? And I? All that I gave you were halfhearted ?nothings?and booming silences.

You felt I wanted you out of the way but I stayed silent because I had no words and there was

always too much to say. I did not want to let you know that everyt ime I look around the

classroom and can? f ind your f ace my heart launches itself into this rest less t irade of complain

about the world being so unfair. I could not convince myself to let you know that every t ime the

professor speaks in terms of Alphas and Betas I keep wanting to write about the Omega that the

Universe is.

The pring


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