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Issue 1, 2019
Established: 1995
Saturday, February 9th, 2019
Even as the nahors stand speckled in red and orange marking yet another transient phase of this mammoth enterprise, the familiar faces trudge through a familiar schedule with familiar rigors only to charter a course towards unfamiliar territory. While new power simmers latent in old badges and time marks a different count for all who look up at its fluorescent dials, we wait to chronicle the tales, old and new. To capture the mundane and the extraordinaire. -Sieyna Meru, Deputy Editor
Recipe To Magic
Illustrations: Takhe Tamo Reela
-Nandini Garodia, Editor-in-Chief “So, do you write?” the teacher asked enthusiastically. behind. They say we do not need words to create a world Absolutely not. “Oh yes, absolutely”. A white lie but who of our own. All we need is our imagination. It becomes a could blame me? I had found a Potterhead after an entire different venture all together when the world we create is day of feeling homesick and lonely in my new school. the world we wish to show. Words then become a constant “Would you write for us then?” she asked with the exact source of joy and anguish. Like a lesson in shapeshifting expression of a child asking for presents on Christmas Eve. in Professor McGonagall’s class, we sit poised over our So for the sake of politeness and a little more, I agreed. On individual machines coaxing words to comply to the spells our minds conjure and thereby spill into que I was given the quick instruction to ‘Meet us’ with a the stories we yearn to narrate. vague direction The exclusiveness of the adventure to the............... is thrilling if Publications exhausting but....... haunt,‘the.... to suddenly find room above the oneself appointed library’. the Heimdall to That night I........ the room and a went to bed with proxy Professor..... the satisfaction....... Snape to the.......... of having perhaps individuals it......... found a way to keep houses, is daunting myself occupied to say the least. It while I waited for is not that the idea the next two years of jumping across to whizz past. I....... the barbed wires could not have then of the School and anticipated the........ racing to safety anxiety and solace had not occurred this single decision or mulled........ would bring me. They say we are all over. In all..... connected in a giant web of destinies the universe creates and every single circumstance we find honesty, for those who have fallen into the vacuum of the ourselves in, is a tug from its timeless hands to draw us space the room holds, have sown the magic seeds of words and grown themselves a world within, that moves and closer to the place we belong. A year has passed since I first stepped into a space that breathes and evolves with thoughts. This world holds me falls off into a vacuum from the moment the door with the fast and it holds me strong. I am here. I am held. In my clear warning, ‘Only wizards beyond this point’, closes little way, I am ready. (Stay close Deputy.)
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