This is the third poem in a series of poems that explore what the commonplace objects in a student’s life would say if they underwent an Enid Blyton-esque change overnight, and could speak. This one has been written in the form of a Limerick. If my wallet could speak, it Continue Reading

We have all been there. We have all done that. Any law student who has not pulled an all-nighter yet, please, let me know how. When my last exam got over, a delightfully easy Spanish paper, I slept. Like I have never slept before.   What kept me sane during Continue Reading