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11 Aug

The Walk

The first time we found out about it was after the accident, after we had come home and I found him lying on the bathroom floor in a puddle of grimy water. The doctors explained it really well, backed up their fake sympathetic smiles with medical jargon and suggestions for support groups. I remember marking […]

29 Jun

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Firsts

My favourite topic to talk about is me. How I understood comfort, felt anger, fell in love, got my heart broken and was proud of myself. It’s all about I, it’s all about me, it’s all about myself. “Your head is full of snakes, you’re Medusa!” The chuckles seemed to run across the room punctuated […]

12 May

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Ravaged

She gazed out, out towards the pier. The boats were rocking gently under the effect of the undulating waves which caressed their sides like pairs of firm, guiding hands. The light breeze tickled her bare shoulders, lending a flush to her cheeks which was quickly masked under the shadows of the fast disappearing sun. The […]

25 Dec

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I, II, III- Exercises in Style

Inspired by Raymond Queneau’s works (I wanted this to be a set of 50 pieces, let’s see where I get till). The same piece written over and over again in different styles. Notation (main plot line): The woman looks into the mirror. Her reflection stares back at her. Her too-thick eyebrows, too thin smile, too […]

25 Dec

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Change Matters

Gold award in the QCEC competition, 2023. Rani looked at the half baked clay pots as they lay battered by the furious rays of the sun, which cleaved their soft muddy interiors into hardened shells. She ran her fingers around the little cracks and crevices which formed around their mouths, and patched them with more […]

18 Jul

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Survival- Wilbur Smith Commendation

Sound. The trickling of the nearby stream. The rustling of the leaves from an overhead tree. The far off screeching of a monkey. And then nothing. Nothing except for the steady throbbing of the hearts inside her womb. They were thriving. Touch. There seemed to be some sort of rough-hewn hemp all around her, with […]

26 May

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The Fickle Fish

A fish can be fickle, light can be intimate, ideas can be slippery and thoughts can be watered down to an iridescent nothingness. The fickle fish weaves in and out of the water, details flashing amongst her scales. Details. The way the water parts at the swish of a fin. The way the rays dance […]

13 Mar

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The Sandero

I walked along the Chámps de Élysée, my knee high black boots clacking sharply on the cobbled pavement. The deluge from the dirty rain pooled in puddles along the sidewalk, and formed a web of water trickling into the drains of France. I could see my reflection in the blurry pools of water ahead of […]

Vandalism of Van Gogh’s Painting on 16/10/22

28 Jan

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Vandalism of Van Gogh’s Painting on 16/10/22

My mother says that An eye for an eye Will make the world Go blind. Social media says that Desecration for activism, Soup on sunflower, Will make the world Go blind. The activist says that If art is worth More than life, It will make the world Go blind. Artists proudly say that Van Gogh […]