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This is the sixth 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 Haiku. Fed cash once a month, I Continue Reading

The world can be a scary place. Granted my life, as a bench on the football field, has barely seen anything beyond Student Housing – 5 and the Bistro, but being rooted to a spot has its advantages. There are the football games I get to watch every day, and Continue Reading

Originally posted by photoshop-and-chocolate The third week of January is considered to be the most depressing week of the year. Why is this? What I have gathered from my own personal experience is that this is a result of failed New Year resolutions, draining away of the “new year, new Continue Reading

June 30, 2017  “The reason we struggle with insecurity is because we compare our behind-the-scenes with everyone else’s highlight reel” – Steven Furtick. In a world that’s increasingly centred around being productive, and where “I’m busy” is slowly growing to become a vague, vacuous phrase with no actual meaning, it’s Continue Reading

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

This is the fourth 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 has been written in the form of a Sonnet (sort of). If the Maggi we buy Continue Reading

This is the fifth 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. My Textbooks would tell me I’m Continue Reading

JGU is a world in its own. The beautiful academic block with the comfy reading rooms, the amazing library stacked with books of all possible genres and topics, the dormitories and other facilities sometimes make us forget that we live in a village. Step out of the gate and you Continue Reading

I finally understand why so many women hate sharing their age. My last teen year hasn’t been as satisfying as I would have wanted it to be but it’s definitely not something I’m ready to let go of. I realised that I didn’t have another teen after this and the Continue Reading