Author Archives: thoughtstains

In a mere 70 years since humanity unlocked the ability to fly, we managed to touch the moon. Imagine the leaps and bounds of the progress we could make if we collectively treated Space as humanity’s final frontier. We owe it to ourselves to unravel the mysteries of the cosmos. Everything we need is out there, we just cannot reach it ….yet.

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The art of Perception, more like the development of mental state or Maturity to look between the lines to find good even amongst bad, can bring about an optimistic approach towards life, thereby making this world – a better place to live for one another.

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I do not know how it feels to be hungry, to not know where that little amount of money will trickle in from next. I know not how it is to live without the assurance of a roof over my head, a barrier to keep me warm on a cold night. What will I be willing to give up in the name of survival.

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“True love, like any other strong and addicting drug, is boring — once the tale of encounter and discovery is told, kisses quickly grow stale and caresses tiresome… except, of course, to those who share the kisses, who give and take the caresses while every sound and color of the world seems to deepen and brighten around them. As with any other strong drug, true first love is really only interesting to those who have become its prisoners.
And, as is true of any other strong and addicting drug, true first love is dangerous.”- Stephen King

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Time really doesn’t heal the wounds.It just softens the pain and blurs ,the memories which stab our heart whenever they are remembered.Therefore,cherish the moments and care for your loved ones.You don’t know when they are lost.

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by: Rithika Palvayi Hmmmm, if I’d have to choose between “3, 2, 1…..Happy New Year” and, “Ugadi Subhakankshalu”, I’d go with the latter, any day. Because apart from wearing our traditional outfits and clicking some of the best pictures, there’s much more than you’d expect there to be. You might be appalled by the revelation, but I’m guessing you won’t be if you kept reading.  If you’re also thinking, “what the hell?”, you should take a trip to Andhra Pradesh and Telangana (went by alphabetical order, no biasing) – the two profound Telugu states of India, during April, more or less. That’s when our New Year celebrations take place. The fun in waking up to the smell of the tamarind paste/juice stands unparalleled. The special delicacy we make that day is not only our favorite breakfast, lunch, and dinner but also holds importance and much meaning in our lives.  Bet…

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by: Aaditya Shankar Natarajan Number One (sung in the tune of Ten Duel Commandments from Hamilton, the musical) (Two) So I’m turning 20 soon. It’s a weird feeling. Unsettling. Anywhere between a quarter to a fifth of my life is done. Or, maybe it’s 99.99% done. Who knows. Talking or thinking about death makes me feel weird, so I hardwire my brain into not thinking about it, often to a point of ignorance or insensitivity.  (Three)*insert Brooklyn Nine-Nine’s flashback static sound*  (Four)This piece doesn’t have flashbacks, these ‘statics’ are just here for transition. I couldn’t think of anything better. Even if I did, I wouldn’t have used them. These are still pretty cool, no? (Five) *B99 static*  (Six) I’ve never really looked forward to or overtly enjoyed my birthdays. This is not to say I dislike my birthdays – I just don’t LIKE like them. I don’t really get increasingly…

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by: Prajjwal RT Scattered and hidden all across Eggs of different sizes, of different shapes, of winsome patterns Few were hand-carved wooden,  Few were plastic, The remaining few, real Concealed and camouflaged,  With appetizing confectionery beneath Oh, what joy it was to hunt the Easter Eggs! And when you crack it open You find the empty tomb of Jesus,  Where the birth of a new life took place The Resurrection The belief in life after death In strewing April flowers after the frigid winters In spirits rising from ashes In a new dawn, awakening us from a deep slumber In a welcoming hope after morbid miseries Each egg, entitled to fetch different rewards A handful of them, For your healing and reconciliation, For mercy and compassion For love and affection And the rest of which which are bogus and insipid Attractive from the outside but blemished within The ones filled…

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by: Tharun Jayaprasad *Knock knock*, who’s at the door? You do look familiar, have we met before? Oh yes, how can I forget you! You are just the person I was looking for. Boy! how different you seem from what I had heard and seen. Gleaming with honesty and those eyes draped in the fabric of impartiality, Lady Justice, that’s how I hoped that you would have been. Why is that now, the satin on your eyes lies tilted? The eye covered, is turned away from the helpless cries, The one peeking ensures the creatures who play you and wreck you,  Stay untouched, undisputed. Why is that now, the balance leans more to a side? While one of them is empty, unsatisfied, The other is well looked after, though lacking any rationale, That makes you, for them, fight. Why is that now, the sword which you once yielded to fight…

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Holi, the festival of colour and rejoice. A festival where people come together, keeping their grudges aside and forgetting their caste, religion and gender to celebrate the festival together. It is the festival that turns everyone into blank canvases, ready to be coloured by our friends and family.

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