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2020 has been a tricky year for all of us but it also opened up a world of possibilities for some of us

A part of me is lost in words. Maybe it isn't lost at all, just undiscovered.

Sometimes just sometimes look within you are your own powerhouse.

As she leaned closer to the mirror to line her eyes with kohl she noticed them, in what felt like a long time.

Should a mother take a break from work to care for her child or continue to work?

I’m Kanak Nanda, a wall artist, designer and psychologist! I’ve been an artist for as long as I can remember, I found my calling as a wall artist 8 years ago and have since then painted about 85 walls and counting.

I’ve followed your page from when you were starting off and what you’ve done is incredible.

Devika is an aesthete, the founder of a sustainable wedding design company, and a bona fide plant mom.

I realised that I wanted to get into photography when I was 19-20 years old.

Fatima walked wearily up the street weighed down by the two heavy bags in her hands.

The mood is to go back to the basics, to enjoy the simpler delights of life and loving.

I found out that I loved playing cricket after my first cricket lesson, when I was 8 years old.

On august 4, at 6:08pm, our lives were changed forever.

The glass rolls of the table, light reflecting off its clear surface as the water spills out of its home

A mouthful of prayers or wishes disguised? A bundle of dreams, and perishable wants.

I’d heard that in a relationship, one person is always more in love than the other.

Betrayal doesn’t come with a warning. It comes like a sandstorm

Memories churn in her mangrove hair and years fall off at the edge of her nails

I constantly have the urge to do something to keep myself moving.

It’s been two and a half months into my first year of IB and things are super busy.

2020 from the beginning until now has been full of surprises

Some relationships are inseparable and forever.

Some relationships are inseparable and forever.

For many of us, the year 2020 has turned upside down, quite literally!

Almost at the finish line And I’m stuck, there’s some glitch

My journey from an electronic engineer to a self-taught musician has been an eventful and memorable adventure so far.

And as her broken heart sang, it was as if the Gods in heaven had broken free.

Halfway through my pregnancy, all of a sudden an intruder called the Coronavirus entered my life and changed everything I had envisioned

My future lies in your thoughts, coexisting on a quantum plane waiting for me to jump.

“How do I explain she exhaled,“ the special kind of torment of almost? The special kind of ache of almost.

Let me start by sharing my path so far. I am a well-versed Indian girl who trickled up from zero to where I am today.

"It's just me!", smirked the lad. An aromatic fad now was he?

Oh, how I worried. Who would deliver my unfinished letters once the music stops.

Near wind-swept mountains far and wide past rocky outcrops either side beyond shallow beaches and rolling tide lies a hidden place where I reside.

As a new mother, first time too, it's easy to lose yourself around your baby.

I’ve traveled far and wide. I’ve seen good times, and the turning of the tide.

‘The sailor who stepped on board for the first time.’ It’s a small room one window it’s a huge crew

We stood on the shoulders of giants, we could see further than most; don’t mistake our strength for defiance, we are soldiers, we fiercely guard our post.

The honesty of a child, shaken up by the fear of a man The queries of a child, countered by the practicality of a man

Waking up from a deep slumber, I see the world a better place to live. Empathy guides conscience.

Maybe someday, you and I we'll be at the right place, at the right moment.

Art

Once upon a time there lived an explorer who derived the essence of a journey.

Tell me how you're doing today. How you're holding up, you beautiful speck you.

The essence of myself makes me feel lovely that turns into bitter whiskey at times.

Was a swarm of bees a droning in my throat A poem I could not purge so swallowed the sting.

Love

Reflect

What grows in the garden of the ghost moon? Winter light & star shine.

The irony of abuse is that we constantly mistake it for love.

Everything in nature is about balance. And that is the secret of abundance.

A few weeks ago, I was watching the last stages of the Sony Open PGA Tour in Hawaii.

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