A cute little kid was restless He ached to be on the playground as he awaited the final bell to ring O it was going to be vacation time his heart would repeatedly sing   The teacher gave the class an essay as homework along with the promise of a prize The kid packed away Read more…

Nostalgia is in the brown half-toothed smile your sister flashes upon you after you buy her the chocolate-chip ice cream instead of the cheaper vanilla. Nostalgia is in the surreptitious smile you catch your mother in, as she stumbles upon an old song that must have rewound the time for her. Nostalgia is the echo Read more…

They say that books are a man’s best friends. Nothing could have defined my life better. I am Gyan and today I would like to tell you about the role that books have played in my life. My relationship with books began at a very young age. This was particularly relevant for a shy kid Read more…

The puddle I jumped in as a child, is a cloud now white and fluffy.   The sky got its blue from the dust I beat off The old mattress.   The sun found orange shade from the air I breathed.   The comets are made from the dead nail clippings of my toes. The Read more…