Arts & Literature

Behold, the mascot we envisioned was half a man's armour He thought he was bold, calling himself the modern Mad…

and I wonder where my soul

I whisper to you so that

“Dokhtar-e-Angrez.” Daughter of English, my grandmother says with pride.

At the mouth of the cave That breathes out pure hatred

I often find myself unloved and uncared.

The barren castle on the Cliffside Whispers of a gown's hem at night

He was a big proponent of the sanctity of the written word and its power to improve the human condition.…

I didn't remember how I fell asleep last night and woke up at 6 in the morning. Immediately, I checked…