As a kid, going to the supermarket with my mom was always a highlight of the week. And amidst all the excitement of exploring the aisles, the tea section held a special fascination for me. The shelves were stacked with boxes of all shapes and sizes, each boasting a...
I wrote this poem when I was 9-years-old, in London, England. This poem is a free verse, and thus, does not follow any specific rhyming scheme. Proud as peacocks they marched down the street, Slowly they went down the trenches, Back home, Mum was treasuring pictures,...
This essay is based on the poem 'THE HIGHWAY MAN' by the renowned poet Alfred Noyes Slicing through the silence came the soft whisper of thuds, Gradually, the sense of hooves approaching became apparent. Only the shimmering amber eyes of the horses were visible. A...
Darjeeling, nestled amidst the rolling hills of the Eastern Himalayas, is more than just an artistic hill station; it is a sanctuary for the soul, a place where spirituality intertwines with the rhythm of nature. As the first light of dawn caresses the emerald slopes...
As a kid, going to the supermarket with my mom was always a highlight of the week. And amidst all the excitement of exploring the aisles, the tea section held a special fascination for me. The shelves were stacked with boxes of all shapes and sizes, each boasting a
I wrote this poem when I was 9-years-old, in London, England. This poem is a free verse, and thus, does not follow any specific rhyming scheme. Proud as peacocks they marched down the street, Slowly they went down the trenches, Back home, Mum was treasuring pictures, Throwing shells over
This essay is based on the poem ‘THE HIGHWAY MAN’ by the renowned poet Alfred Noyes Slicing through the silence came the soft whisper of thuds, Gradually, the sense of hooves approaching became apparent. Only the shimmering amber eyes of the horses were visible. A flash of blood-red cloak
Darjeeling, nestled amidst the rolling hills of the Eastern Himalayas, is more than just an artistic hill station; it is a sanctuary for the soul, a place where spirituality intertwines with the rhythm of nature. As the first light of dawn caresses the emerald slopes and the mist gently
