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  • For once, I’ve been taken out
    And opened on a desk –
    I’m excited, this kind of attention
    Is reserved for a test,
    And suddenly it seems as if
    I’m covered in writing,
    The anxiety is evident –
    The pen’s nib is biting;
    These aren’t doodles either,...

    07th Apr 2017
  • This is the tenth 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.

    Long before my white had faded,

    A simpler time when I was not yet jaded,

    When my...

    27th Mar 2017
  • The thing about life is that a lot of time, it isn’t easy at all. We just have to try to make the best of it. But when the going gets tough we feel this ache, an ache for home. The ache for home lives in all of us, the place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.
    For me, JGU is...

    27th Mar 2017
  • This past year, I’ve been fussing almost everyday about turning 20, completely hating on the thought that I’ll be done with my teens. Now that it’s official and the celebrations are done with, I’m mourning the fact that I’m no longer a “teen”.

    15th Mar 2017
  • This is the ninth 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.
    “Didi’ calls a voice,
    A familiar one,
    Room ABC has to be cleaned;
    I sigh in joy –...

    15th Mar 2017
  • 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 stay full for three...

    03rd Mar 2017
  • 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 me” festive mood and the realisation that the new...

    15th Feb 2017
  • 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 the conversations with the egrets....

    15th Feb 2017
  • 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 that time? Random rhymes here and...

    06th Feb 2017
  • 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 would whisper –...

    06th Jan 2017
  • 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 at the grocery store...

    06th Jan 2017
  • One of the last things I considered an obstacle to my moving a distance that could encompass at least one European country was weather. I had known of summers that peaked at 48 degrees but winters that were less cold and more humid. Never mind that, I would still take out the one sweatshirt I...

    20th Dec 2016