On Being Judged
She was understandably angry. Everyone she knew had some sort of comment to make and she was fed up of hearing them. She knew,...
What Sets Us Apart?
You look at me. Almost shyly, I look back. There is much in these there-but-not-quite gazes, though they are silent. You are going, and...
Dead Letter
I choose to call this a dead letter because I've decided its faith even before it has taken shape. Since I chose to bare...
The reason why I’m here
When I think of it, I realize that it's been such a long time since I wrote to you. Or talked to you. Or...
New Year Resolutions
"He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it."...
Potter Mania!
About the author:Alma Pereira is a voracious reader, studies in senior 4 (class X) at Sacred Heart School, Bahrain. She is a past winner of...
The Dead Man Wore Pyjamas
Recently, I was reading Like the Flowing River, by Paulo Coelho. True, there were many thought provoking stories in the book, but there was...
Let Gandhiji’s Dream come True…..
"Can you better the condition of your women? Then you will hope for your well-being. Otherwise you will remain as backward as you are...
It might have been
Look, down there. That thing you just saw, shattered into a million tiny little pieces, is my heart. That sound you just heard was...
A World of Magic
Father's Day is officially over. The presents have been sent, and the hugs have already been given. It's these kinds of times that I...
