Through the Eyes of an Indian Girl

She thought her thoughts were simple. She never understood the logic of Kajal when she knew her tears would take it down her cheeks every time she cried over the smallest things. She never understood the logic of not being able to wear black clothes on auspicious occasions when she knew that was the colour that matched her soul. She never understood the logic of marrying at the ‘right’ age if you didn’t find your soulmate, your other half. She never understood the logic the wearing branded clothes when her thinking would remain the same. But what she didn't realize was, this was the thinking that made her unique. It was these thoughts that made her different from all the people of her age who thought that using Kajal would make their eyes bigger. Who believed in wearing reds and blues during auspicious days. Who wanted to marry at the ‘right’ age. Who thought wearing branded clothes would improve their thinking. She thought she had demons in her mind that made her think that way. What she didn’t realize was those demons were actually angels. Angels that were telling her it was okay to cry without worrying about her Kajal. Angels that were telling her it was okay the wear black, ignoring the eyes of the judgemental. Angels that were telling her that she could marry at the age of fifty. Angels that were telling her it was okay to be her true self. Angels that were guiding her to love herself the way she was. The demons were in the minds of the others.

-Himanshi Pande 

Isle of Boredom

Dauntless dreams they were,

Clueless plans they made,

Worthless lives they lived,

Bore consumed them all !

Grudges of reality,

That overpower their will,

Bags of negativity,

That mold them still.

They never moved,

They never achieved,

For they never tried to surpass the God of negativity.

For bore consumed them all !

-Ishwaryah

Prudence and the Pen

The night was dull and ominous, making Prudence think she was in a cave. But she was tied up in a paddy field in the far east of Kansas. Her eyes were still wrinkly from all the crying and struggling.

Just a few minutes ago she had awaken from the deepest sleep she had had in years. She could barely remember what had happened. A few familiar senior class bullies, a sharp pain on her wrists, and something sour pushed into her mouth. With the result being a lonely orphan tied up in an unfamiliar field.

Prudence was twelve, orphaned at six. She was put in boarding school using the money in her parents insurance just a year after the accident. Highway car crash they said, but she clearly saw the truck switch lanes.

A sudden movement in the bushes nearby alerted her. It was definitely not her imagination, for soon enough, she felt the creature’s breath on her bare feet, but when she looked, she saw nothing.

 A few tense seconds later the creature was on her chest but she still couldn’t see it. Now she was sure it was real, but invisible. She then started feeling nauseated, her surrounding slowly blending and forming different shapes and colours. She was now in her room. The creature was gone but she felt another much lighter weight on her chest. It was a pen and on it was engraved ‘Prudence Poltergeist’

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The portal didn’t apply a pull on her any more, she was too powerful to be affected by locomotomancy. The portal was green today and it was white yesterday and blue the day before that.

As she walked toward it, she was reminded of her past experiences with the portal, from her first day in the library when she first got the Poltergeist pen, to her first time in messing with someone’s life.

She had first rewritten the book of her bully Stacey McGraw and made her eat a frog in front of the whole school on the day of her graduation. Good times which changed the history of all the 23 dimensions. Then she took on responsibility and accepted the duty as the 107^th Poltergeist.

The library was as dark as always, leaving just enough light to read and write. As soon as she entered, the cosmic librarian Miss. Croward Pyralil called in from the announcer…

“Miss Prudence Poltergeist, please report to the head office immediately. I repeat, Miss Prudence Poltergeist, please report to the head office immediately”

So Prudence then visualized the neck of the library and then started to blend in with the surroundings of the left toe of the library, slowly teleporting, and all the while trying to decide which books she wanted to pick up.

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She heard the water splash behind her as she sprinted towards the drylands. The heavy mud beneath her feet weighed her down. She could no longer feel the giant blue cut on her elbow, but she could tell it was spreading. The venom numbed the pain, it seemed, but at the same time decreased he performance.

Prudence had only a few minutes till the venom spread to her fingers and she could no longer use magic. And so as to use the magic she had left within, she looked behind the great beast, which was coloured the same colour as the venom in her arm, trying to blend and teleport, and at the same time materializing a blue obsidian dagger in the palm of her hand.

As soon as she saw the spiny back of scaly blue beast, she pushed the dagger off of her hand, using the locomotive spell for ‘force’’, and towards the beast’s weak point, but it was no use: the dagger bounced right off. The last thing she felt before she blacked out was a stabbing pain in her thigh.

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She awoke with slight thud on her chest. She tried to move, but she was tied up, in the middle of a field.

Oh no…..

Now Prudence was in her old dorm room, and the pen was on her chest. Now Prudence knew exactly what happened. She had been stabbed with the blue obsidian dagger!

These daggers are very dangerous. If you get stabbed or even cut by them, you go into time loop. Your life is replayed again, starting from the most significant point of it, but your physical presence is also absorbed into it. So when your life reaches the true present, you yet again get stabbed or cut by the dagger, thus restarting the cycle.

One thing to note is that however you change your new life, fate throws something at you, and in the end you always end up getting stabbed. The only reason Prudence even thought to use this weapon was because its effects don’t apply on beasts.

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Her poise was that of a tiger, ready to pounce when she needed. She still could barely control her new body. This was the 68^th time she was trying to jump the portal to the real world. The portal was lit with an eerie green-black shade, which tossed her and Miss Croward Pyralil’s shadows across the room. Although Miss Croward would go to another dimension, in this case, the fire realm Kotwalar, a new Prudence would replicate to continue the branch of continuum.

Prudence steadied her legs, getting ready to jump. Somehow, on all the other tries, she was never able to jump into the correct portal. She always knew which portal to go through, but still, she hoped this one was the right one.

A sudden movement drove her attention away from the portal’s light. She saw something black dart towards Miss Croward. Her attention was still away from the portal when she got sucked in. Her confused mind was darting from exit to exit. What colour was the portal? She asked herself. Blue? No, red? Yes, red should do it. But even when she entered the dark red exit, she knew something was off.

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Her surroundings slowly wrinkled into the present, but Prudence still felt that nagging sensation in her gut. Once her eyes adjusted, she found out what it was. Where the Library once stood, was now naught but a few ashen beams and gray backgrounds. The once haughty sky was now black with smoke. The embers were still strong near the centre of the holy mess.

What even happened here? And more importantly, how? Prudence trudged through the rubble, searching for any clue at all. This place…. was the only place she ever remembered as home. And where was Miss Croward? Even as awkward as she was, she was the only person who protected Prudence from her own stupidity.

At last she laid one last step. The ground seemed different. It was even and placed. Prudence looked down to find something coloured a light green beneath her foot. She slowly wiped the tears from her eyes. It was a book. It had a crimson lined border. It looked beautiful. Slowly, Prudence’s eyes moved towards the center of the book.

She felt like she was about to scream. But she didn’t know whether it was in fright, surprise, awe or a sense of completion, for in the center of the book, in elegant and gold leafed letters was written…..

“Prudence Poltergeist”

To be continued....

-Anutthaman

Miracles of Nature

Dawn broke out, as usual, but nobody could catch a glimpse of a beam of light. The fiery sun was battling to be shown as the dark clouds covered the whole sky; they had never retreated since last morning. They were tirelessly pouring out drops of relief for the thirsty earth. The once dry plot was drowned in the defeating showers; it seemed as if it was written down in the scriptures that the fierce rain would lead to victory over the barren land. For the first time, the damaged and worn out tar roads beside my drenched home, were flooded with the waters of the mighty rains.

Tiny frogs were welcoming their season of joy, hopping and croaking merrily. Skinny but long snakes, were skimming through the shallow waters. It was a perfect time for scrumptious feasts indeed. Several meters away from home, a lake which was drained of all its wealth for three years, was now brimming up to the top. I was delighted to see it as it ought to be.

I, as would always do, was admiring the beauty of the snow-white egrets, who had migrated over, and were gathering in flocks in the fields a few feet away from my residence. These enchanting birds, were happily gulping down all the little fish to their heart’s content; they were destined to be in the birds’ mouths after all.

This breathtaking sight sure did please me. ©

-Moneeshau M

FIELD TRIPS AND FILAMENTS

Dusk was crawling up the woods and the cold wind swept over my face. It was a campfire on the final day of our 4 day field-trip to the woods. We lived in a cabin near the bank of a fast-flowing river. The scene was picturesque with the mountains towering over us; they were snow-peaked and had a large rabbit colony living in them. We loved the mountains even though they blocked our view of the rising sun completely.

I had come here with my class from school with 3 chaperones and 12 students. We sat around the warm fire munching roast marshmallows and chicken. I felt bad about leaving this place. Everything here was perfect - no cars, no younger sister and no math. Then, in a distance we heard a howl, a long shrieking howl, the ones that climb up your spine into your brain. Some of the kids thought it was no big deal. They said that it was probably some lone wolf calling out for its friends but I wasn’t so reassured... instead, I felt scared. The chaperones were panicked though - white inside and out. They told us to head back into the log cabin when another piercing howl was followed by a couple of barks. Now everyone was scared stiff and we ran into the cabin. We held our pillows and sat trembling on our beds which wasn’t going to help in any way to defend us against the wolves.

A few minutes passed and the barks were nearing. I was really scared and the chaperones were trying to seal the doors and windows shut. I went into the washroom to calm myself down. I locked the door shut when CRASH! I heard a glass panel shatter which was followed by screams and shrieks all around. I considered myself extremely lucky that the bathroom had no openings except for the locked door. There were no air-vents either to let my smell out and also, I was lucky to ever have gotten to the washroom in the first place. A few more minutes passed.

Then, BANG! SCRATCH SCRATCH , the outer wall of the tiny washroom was going to be ripped apart, instinctively or stupidly, I unlocked the door and ran out.  The room was strewn with blood but there were no bodies, half a wall had been torn down, so the wolves might have taken the bodies out to feast on. Most of the ceiling lights were broken, I took out my torch from my backpack and peered out of the gaping hole, I heard snarls in the opposite direction. I ran straight ahead into the mountains, away from the wolves. I never thought I was capable of running this fast and I surely had never ran this quick before. The terrain started to get sloped. Thinking I’d run into the mountains, which were covered with snow, I thought that I should go down stream into the nearby town and seek help there. I went west towards the river but there was a problem. A cliff separated the land from the banks of the river. It wasn’t that steep of a fall either, the cliff was inclined about 75 degrees and was covered with dead ivy. I slid down using the ivy and ran downstream.

It was easy walking down. All you had to do was keep your feet moving and you could let the ground carry you along the slope.

I was feeling pretty happy that I escaped all of that. As I ran down the pebble ridden bank, I heard the last sound I’d want. A wolf howling. I flashed my torch light and in the distance I could see a couple of wolves running right at me. Here, the cliff was taller and was sloped at right ninety degrees. I panicked and climbed up the dead vine. I reach the top in no time. The wolves were howling at the bottom below me. As I continued walking towards the shore I heard another set of snarls and there were more wolves coming at me on the top of the cliff. I climbed downwards and clung on to the dry ivy. I found a foothold on stood on there and slowly, I realized I had walked right into their feast. They carried their bodies downstream and I didn’t think of that even once. I needed an idea.

 All I had was myself and my torch. And then, in a rare brainwave of mine, I had an idea. The wind was blowing south, downhill. My torch was a filament torch which works by heating a filament that glows bright because of the heat. I took the cap off the filament, touched it to the dry ivy and switched it on. The dead plant caught fire and as the breeze was flowing downwards, the fire spread away from me. I backed off bit and the let the fire spread. The wolves weren’t whining but at least they stopped snapping at my heels. In about thirty seconds, the fire had gone through about fifty feet of dead ivy. Many wolves were backing off. I let another five minutes pass and the fire was beyond my view as the river banked. I got off the cliff as the wolves were a good hundred feet away from me. My hands were numb from holding on so tight. I tore off large pieces of wood. I walked forward, light a piece of ivy and threw it at the wolves. They backed off further as I threw more and more wood. I walked like this all they for about a kilometre when I lit another section of the cliff ivy, now, there almost weren’t any wolves left, and I hoped that they realized that 14 humans were enough. The village was appearing around the corner; I shouted for help and stood there, letting the fire burn around me. Ten minutes later, I was being escorted into the village by a few locals who had shotguns.

A day later, in the village I came to know that all my friends had been killed. I felt sorry for them but honestly, I never really was a social kind of person. In fact, I couldn’t help feel sorry for myself. As I dozed off in the hospital pillows I couldn’t believe that I had to go back to my city life and to my annoying little sister. 

^{-Soumak Nandi}

My New Discovery...

21.7.105 A.T. (After Trump)           

Dear Diary,                                                                                                         8:30 PM

Oh, what was I going to do?!

Earlier today, as usual, I was in the site, helping my boss Gazoon Rai in our new excavation project. To be honest, I was the one who was actually doing all the work; Gazoon was just ordering me around while drinking ice tea from a flask. It was an extremely hot day. I couldn’t have been outside if it weren’t for the sunshade and my hi-tech sunglasses.

“Yet another of these coloured thingies Sir,” I shouted as I took out what Gazoon said pre-Trump humans called ‘plastic’. “God,” he grumbled, “why did these people like plastic so much? It seems as if we are standing on top a town of some sort.”

At lunch, I made my way to the lunch table to rest for sometime, when I stumbled upon something. Of course, I fell down and banged my head on something metallic. I lifted myself up and gazed at what I tripped on, trying to figure out what it was. The tip of a metal prong jutted out of the ground. “Boss,” I shouted. “Whats happened?” he shouted back. I decided not to tell him though. If it was something big, he’d have all the glory and not me. “No, nothing.”

Instead, I went to get my tools. A detector and DustGo vacuum cleaner. I ran the metal detector over the spot where I tripped. The display read, in a mechanical voice, ‘Phoenix Market City. Exactly 997 years old. In a city called Chen-eye.’

Hey, wasn’t that a name for that ancient disease, Madras eye? No wait, my eyes popped out of their sockets. CHENNAI!!! I thought the city was just a myth. But here I was, standing on top of the marvelous city of Chennai!!! Oh how many wondrous things Id heard about this mystical city, with it’s dainty little shops, bustling streets, and where people talked a lot.

Well, didn’t I say that I might discover something big? Even so, I wanted to keep this herculean discovery to myself. I wouldn't want Gazoon to have all the glory, would I? And oh, think about the news. The papers would be flooding with my face, and I’ll be giving interviews to all the famous personalities. Plus, I’d have a ton of fans!!

But first, I’d have to figure out what I was standing up on. What in the world is a Market City? And where did a phoenix come from. Are those even real? Who knew, anything was possible in Chennai, if it even existed…

Oh why did I get stuck in this mayhem?

Your friend,

Nantak Rai

-Adithi Arun

The teacher’s pet

I was so late for class! Surbhi ma’am was going to kill me. I somehow rush up the two floors, reaching my class right when my roll number is being called. Cliché.

“Ruchi?” she calls out

“Yes ma’am.” I ask in fear.

“Why are you late? Just don’t argue. Sit in your place.” She says, an exhausted look on her face. She’s usually never like this. I wonder what the matter is.

After a boring first period of ma’am teaching us Chemistry in the dullest mood possible, we break for snacks. I trot up to my friend, Arushi.

“What’s up with Surbhi ma’am? She’s usually strict yet cheerful, unlike today.” Arushi comments and I can’t help but nod in agreement. We are just heading to the washroom, when Sundaram, an annoying guy in class calls me.

“Surbhi ma’am is calling you in the staffroom.” This doesn’t sound good. She isn’t really fond of me; I wonder what she has to say to me. I walk to the staffroom, quickly explaining to Arushi the situation.

I take permission and walk inside.

“How may I help you ma’am?” I ask, cautiously.

“Please file the leave letters for the month of July and August.” She says, dismissing me off with a nod. As I turn around, I see her phone’s wallpaper. It’s the cutest Pug anyone could ever see. I head towards the door when I hear a sob. I turn around slightly to see ma’am looking at her wallpaper, tears rolling down her cheeks. I’m suddenly not able to cope up in the awkward atmosphere.

“She was my pug. Her name was Cookie. She died 2 days back.” I hear her say. I let out an unexpected gasp. I contemplate between walking out and consoling her. I opt for the latter and I kneel down in front of her.

“Ma’am, Cookie was lucky to have you. You did everything you could to make her happy. Please call for me if I could help in anyway. She’ll always be there in your heart.” I quickly say, get up, dust my uniform and walk out.

My relations with her couldn’t get any better.

-Himanshi Pande