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Established: 1995
Issue 8, 2019
Saturday, May 4th, 2019
As the pitter-patter of the raindrops matches footsteps underneath the tall Kadams, we gear up to weather the approaching Fani along with a semester that promises nothing less dramatic. The new faces that mingle with the old in the bustling corridors promise yet another beginning. Stories of endeavour, grit and sheer determination keeps the old wick burning. As you live the adventure speckled with the ordinary and more, we persevere to chronicle a life as you live it and as we see it.
-Nandini Garodia, Editor-in-Chief
Illustrations: Nandini Garodia
The Jaded Jealousy -Saziia Selvia, XII There is a crushing sound as the rock hits the back of haunt me forever. They cried out to me with a desperate my head; I fall forward and the world slows down to a urgency. I saw the struggles of a wounded body against grinding halt. An uncanny sense of deja vu envelopes a brutal destiny. He lay bare in front of me, raw and me. As my cheeks make contact with the soft mud, I unfiltered and I caught a glimpse of the confusion and suddenly remember. It was twilight, I had slipped out pain of a young man plucked from his motherland and before anyone had woken. There was a war going on and placed on foreign soil, to kill or be killed. In response mother did not like us to go out. Yet I couldn't resist. I I looked away, a decision I would regret for the rest of had been cooped up for two days and needed to my life. He whispered something inaudible. The sound get out, even if it was just to the paddy of his hoarse broken voice continued to rasp against my fields. I stood there looking around, ears long after he had fallen silent. To this day I wonder savoring the cold morning what he must have said. Did he curse me for looking breeze that sent away? Were they the last words of a dying man waves of shivers to his family? I picked up a huge throughout rock lying nearby and can still my body. I hear the sickening sound distinctly it made when it hit his remember skull. I remember thinking that the screaming a silent sun looked like a large scream my egg yolk. That was throat as hoarse when I heard something as his had once rustle behind me. A wet been. Rough and warm sensation pulls hands rummaging me back into the present the pockets of reality, the metallic smell of my clothes bring blood filling my nostrils. Yet I me back to reality, don't feel a thing so I allow my mind kicking me on the to float away, to a day from the long past. I turned back sides when they found and before I saw anything I heard a soft groan, more nothing. animalistic than human. I felt my heart beat quicken. I Decades ago I had found a picture and a jade ornament; looked around wildly, expecting a four legged beast but his rifle had bought me four loaves of bread and a dozen nothing could have prepared me for what I saw next. eggs. A man lay sprawled on his stomach, two of his limbs "I guess you really are broke aren't you, old man?", the mutilated and face scarred beyond recognition. He was voice snarls at me mockingly. Streams of tears travel a Japanese soldier judging by the cloth tied on his head. down my face to dissolve in the pool of blood I shared But none of the above registered at the time. The only with him. My grandson was now a man, I realize, as thing I could see were his eyes which would go on to dark spots take over my vision.
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