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• Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
  Lyrical Breakdown

  

  By saatvikarathor, Bangalore, India

  I could see the horizon on either side of me. The sky was stretched, almost suffocating, yet open, and tangiable. The sand was alive, as were the waves. The water was smooth, and the river-dance played with the sunlight. The clouds were insubstantial and the sun was white. The sand gave way beneath ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  This girl, her life slipped into me

  

  By saatvikarathor, Bangalore, India

  Strawberry ice cream, Auroras. She’s paper-cut, but far from hurt. She lives a masquerade party, in her head. So full of life, yet so far from reality. Vivacious and expressive. Lively and lovely. So caught up in herself. Spunky, spontaneous, a live wire. Only she knows how ...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Finding my way back home

  

  By saatvikarathor, Bangalore, India

  Today was one of the best days of my life. It made me happy beyond belief, and I’m not cheerful usually. I was excited before it even started. We entered the Kiran Mazumdar-Shaw Cancer Centre behind Narayana Hrudalaya. The conference room is one of the Hospital’s many, this one delegated to d...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Deaf Heaven

  

  By saatvikarathor, Bangalore, India

  My parents always tell me to be thankful for what I have. Are deaf-mute children thankful for what they have? Thinking about it makes me wonder. Then I just know what it is that they live for. They’re thankful for being happy, even when it’s tinged with sadness. They believe that they’re lu...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Breakfast at Tiffany's

  

  By saatvikarathor, Bangalore, India

  Sitting beneath the supernova of the fountain, Where dreams exploded above us. And I tasted each one, Like catching a snowflake on the tip of my tongue. We shared a baguette from a brasserie I looked into the squinting sun You told me you loved me I looked at you, we rose to the...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Fallen

  

  By saatvikarathor, Bangalore, India

  Her messy hair poofed out, Like a blurry halo, (That actually might once have been) Which was tarnished like her fallen harp. Her wasted hands twitched unbearably, Remininscing the past and all her mistakes The memories just came flooding back, Waiting to make her fall again. She watched a v...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Like love

  

  By saatvikarathor, Bangalore, India

  Each sweat-filled breath is a crutch The ball skids across the court I look up. And I remember Unfocused Suns. Making friendship bands in the rain. Flutes of champagne. Charcoal silhouettes and blood-red skies. Echoing heartbeats. Pinning our love to the sky And a thousand temples scream o...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  A Boat

  

  By saatvikarathor, Bangalore, India

  Onslaught of awaiting danger, Conflict at its brink, Like a sea on on a stormy night, The boat willing itself not to sink. Engulfed by dread,fear and hopelessness, With unnerving certainity, Tries to hold itself together, About to give up for the calamity. On the edge of brea...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Virtual Expression

  

  By saatvikarathor, Bangalore, India

  Little thoughts running freely With fingers on a keyboard. Sharing spaces virtually Making it to places in reality. Communication surpassing distance Bridging ideas in different minds Conversation and convenience So rudimentary that time forgot to give. A thousand status upda...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Footsteps in the Sea

  

  By saatvikarathor, Bangalore, India

  Sand castles and sea shells, the ebb and flow of the sea. The curved shells of playful porpoises, like waves that break over rocks. Footprints of a million people, the empty tousled sheets of sand, That hide a locked ocean, in front of a stoic sun. A man walks along the coast...
• Nonfiction > Memoir
  Light

  

  By saatvikarathor, Bangalore, India

  Diwali is a festival of lights, sound and energy. Last night, while I was lighting diyas, or lamps in my grandparents’ home, I learnt something about indomitable spirit. Wind gives birth to fire, so to speak, the diya’s light is derived from the wind. Much like a child, an unlit lamp seeks li...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  The Wrong Path

  

  By saatvikarathor, Bangalore, India

  There is something to be said about being the pregnant girl in your class. Nothing you say can undo the change in the feelings of those you could call your friends. Everything you do is wrong or taken wrongly. There’s never any room for you. Parents look down at you, because all they can say is th...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Stayin' Alive

  

  By saatvikarathor, Bangalore, India

  “There is no point living, if you don’t feel alive” -Denese Richards We find stimuli in various forms. We’re restless, dare-devils, suicidal, distracted, challenge-seeking, unsatisfied, impulsive, spontaneous, adventures, creative, and impatient. I’m in constant need of stimuli, ne...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Something Borrowed

  

  By saatvikarathor, Bangalore, India

  Today was the first day I met Darshini and Archana. Darshini is the naughtier of the two, the quieter one. Archana, the only other girl in the class, was an all star. The smart one, the class leader, the teacher’s pet. They’re both similar in many ways. They’re happy kindergarten children. Dar...