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Poetry
Mumbai speaks as many languages as she holds people, but ends up screaming in one rather unnoticed tongue that I caught myself talking in the second week of my internship. This poem is the result of this observation. Parth Rahatekar (Batch 2020) — this city loves her people enough to teach them a language she’s...
FILM REVIEW: The ordinary human mind craves familiarity, security, even monotony over change. It interprets these as signs of prosperity and accomplishment. But there are a few among us who yearn for fresh experiences, better challenges to stimulate their intellect and keep it from falling into the dreary desert sands of dead habit. Grey Scale...
I believe in ghosts Not the scary kind that climb out of TV sets Or the ones that seek vengeance in a creaky wooden house on the top of a blue moor I believe in ghosts But The kind that are soft memories Lingering in doorways where you once stood Running down halls And seated...