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Featured Writer: Tanvi Nagar

Updated: Apr 18, 2021

What we made

I made stardust. Rather, we made it together,

We mixed the ashes of our ties,

Along with time-the famous healer,

We simply let go.

The ashes divided, broke into pieces

So minute, so tiny, so little,

That they became power

And magic, they became our healer

The goodbye didn’t hurt anymore,

It simply existed in the universe




Like the stardust we left behind,

Maybe that’s what destiny made of us-

Two souls, too far away yet united with magic.

An Oasis

She pictured the forests-

She heard the moonlit darkness call

Inside the darkness, she felt

She would have solitude and calm.

So she walked into the jungle

A little light was all she had

The trees loomed

The animals cried out

The winds blew strong.

It was then that she began to realise

That she had understood it all wrong

The darkness was an oasis of its kind

It couldn’t bring more light

All it would do to her was misguide.

So she turned back and made her way

The anxiety loomed

Pain made her cry out

The winds blew strong.

This time she wasn’t running away




A warrior in the making.


The warm yellow sunshine-

fire from the golden medallion

it’s orange-red fiery fangs

reaching out towards the earth

pouring in through slits of the horizon

where the clouds don’t cover the lands

and the mountain tops don’t reach,

kissed my forehead and tanned my hands

and then bounced off the photograph

that was held in the clasp of my sweaty palms.

Its brownish coffee-coloured edges

tested by the toughest times

and the yellowness set into the frame

made the faces in the picture seem more alive.

The two girls-hand in hand

their soft faces lit up by stunning smiles

looked directly into the camera

as if staring straight into my eyes.

Maybe it was a mirror, one its kind-

for I was able to look into my eyes

from so many years ago

yet, not fully recognise the little girl

I saw in the faded photo.

Amid the smudged background

and the shoreline of the beach

I could make out my father’s figure-

admiring his two daughters by the beach.

My mother behind the lens

captured this moment into a frame

yet was missing from the shot

like some of the fleeting passerbys’ hands

who were somehow silhouettes in my past

and yet, nothing more than that.

Sitting on the same spot at the beach

looking at the sun fall into the horizon

as if simply sliding by into another world

carrying away the day’s secrets,

and the clouds breaking and crumbling-

colouring the sky with varied hues,

all whilst my hands held the course grains of the sand

and I paced into the past and ran back as fast

into the present world of mine.

The gentle wind touched my forehead

and the water splashed onto my feet

What if these were the same droplets of water

that were captured in the photograph?

Maybe, I held the same sand in my hands too.

But the people in the frame-

they couldn’t ever remain preserved in that time.

They were simply remnants of my past and

just like the photograph in my hands,

they were blurred, faded and damaged,

yet alive-

inside the chambers of my mind.

Tanvi Nagar is a high school senior at DPS Gurgaon and loves to read and write. She has been published by The Times of India, The Hindustan Times, The Ice Lolly Review, The Weight Journal, The Elysian Muse Lit. Mag, Risen Zine, Secret Attic and Anti-Heroin Chic among others. She has authored 4 books published by Notion Press and Partridge, India and has won the Eye Level Literary Award, 2018 by Daekyo, South Korea and the Millennium Essay Writing Contest, UNESCO. She believes writing has the power to change the world. Her website is

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