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Pinnacle, the department of B.A. Programme, Miranda House, over time, has realised the enormous potential and strength the women of Miranda have within them. Being at Miranda House is no less than an experience of a lifetime. Women here have ups and downs of their own, countlessly different, unique journeys, minds which know absolutely no

Over a cup of lukewarm, honey-coated green tea: Takeaways from 2022

(Give a read to the profound musings penned down as a beautiful letter by Siddhi to herself.) Dear Sid, Because you don’t have a goldfish memory (they can remember things for over 5 months, unlike the famous myth, you? 5 seconds) and despite all the new year resets and setups, you will find yourself later,

Live, Love, Laugh

(Here's a poem by Mehak reminiscing her school days she bid adieu to right before stepping into her college life this year.) The chapters we never wanted to end.  A big gang of smart and crazy friends,  the alarm clock that rang as soon as we slept,  the time that never seemed to end,  between

Faith

We will see the sky again.The darkness will all melt awaythe sorrow burying our hearts,will set them free to soar once more!Frozen limbs—you might be scared.Breathing deeply is all you need.Dots dance in front of your eyes.Don’t let them blind you.Open, closed, night or day, your eyes will see through it all.Going through this, you

Home

(This year, Diya realised that her best friend is her safe haven, because home is not just a place, but a feeling that a place, thing, or a person evokes. Read this beautiful poem penned down by her for her home, her best friend.) So, have you found your home? I have found mine. And

A Beautiful Warrior

(Here is a beautiful poem by Shalvi. She has learned this year that it is important to always try to strive hard towards our goals in spite of all the setbacks, hardships, and difficulties that life throws at us, because these doldrums are very much needed by us to learn and grow in our lives.)

Y

They say that honouring the pain is the most courageous way to learn the lesson of what the person was meant to teach. This is where my innate doubting Thomas is brought back to life and takes stock of whether or not you were the harbinger of this sole purpose in my life. I’m afraid

Expectations

Why do we expectFrom people, situations, or lifeMaybe another intrinsic feature devised in humansWhich bounds one ineluctablyTriggering a skirmish betwixt brain and heart.While the brain testifies against expectationsCalling it a vicious circle,My heart pushes me towards it.Embracing the disappointments coming from itEffectuation of expectationsAnd my inner self gives an ecstatic sigh of satisfactionBut fails to

Four Square Walls

(Trigger warning: Mentions of sexual abuse) Four square walls,where affection calls.Not merely a roof and room but where her heart bloomed. Where he protected her,Vowed to guard her.She called it her ‘home.’  Protector became a predator,while this realization threatened her.Tears poured from her eyes,For her life was built on lies. Giving him a fake smile,He stared

Love A Body

You don’t love me  Because  You cannot love a body. A body only for display, A body only to function.  A body only to see, And a body only to please.  A body with no smile,  A body that tells no lie.  A body devoid of laughter,  A body only meant to be looked after. 

Breakfast for Readers

Last night, I proudly declared that I would be making breakfast for my family the next day. I could see the well-grounded doubts trapped in the crease on their foreheads.  The following morning, I headed to the kitchen, pretending I was a chef. I took out the diary I'd been keeping for years. It had

Cauldron of Thoughts

You need to have a room to yourself to explore your creative self and pen it down, as beautifully portrayed by Virginia Woolf, but that room has a window for me, and this window somehow symbolises the ideal, providing us with the ingredients for the cauldron.  Lurking around the window, I take a sneak peek

I Am Me, More Than Anyone Else

When I say I am fat,  They say, "No, be flat." When I say I am thin, They say, "Now you don't have any skin. Change everything that you have within! When I say I have long, alluring hair, they say, "Cut it, as people will stare." So, I cut my hair short. Now, they

Fugitive Illumination

Travelling amidst wretched chaosendeavouring to find my nichè,I found solace in celestial tranquility.Long did I scour eternal elation,oblivion to merciless agony. At long last, petrichor held me warmly,while I reminisced about the pieces of souvenir I made with them.Cogitation commenced, whilst I gazed at cerulean twilight.I beheld the camaraderie of leaves,that made the equanimous earth

Remains Remain

Dreary 'dears' and clearer clears Parallel to the pallors. Sappy cessations, Abysmal inhalations. Pacing, piercing, and coursing beats Shaky knees and aching aches. Emptied chalices, Eerie malice is Drying dares in my  Dying layers. Dusty tables of Rusty labels, Gaping holes and  Needle-ss Nos. Deeper slits, Gushing gore Tapered to a tick. Longer sleeves  Hiding

Of Haunts and Hopes

After the emptiness of non-charitable winter hands,The tender reviving kiss of bloom from the crisp air of a spring mouth,The sweat of summer, sustain and endurance, The palpitating lungs against iron odds. Dangling yet determined,Lackadaisical yet clawed,Storms in the autumn,Of muddled, inebriated and celestial eyes. The crown of riches and rags,A sinister rhapsody,Melting in waves

आज फिर निराशा ने मेरा दर खटखटाया

आज फिर निराशा ने मेरा दर खटखटाया, नकारात्मक अंधेरे ने डेरा जमाया। कुछ ऐसे रंग बदले, उस अंधेरी रात ने,  अकेला खड़ा था, ना था कोई साथ में।  अंत भी क़रीब मेरे विचार में,  मृत्यु को मैंने अपने समीप पाया, आज फिर निराशा ने मेरा दर खटखटाया। मिट चुके सारे सुनहरे ख़्वाब थे,  मन में

The Shades of Brown

The month of ochre is here, with its wide spectrum representing different things for different people. For some, it is a second spring with leaves portraying flowers, while for others, it is the dawn of a season called life. The common idea here is of decay and the replenishment that follows. Maybe Autumn is nature’s

Autumnal Hues

Trees shedding their leaves, the sky unveiling its different shades, and the revival of hope for nature's rejuvenation—autumn's beauty lies in the bare and vulnerable trees that capture the essence of this season. Autumn, my friend, is kind. It has something to offer to everyone. It brings with it the sacred and pious scent of

Bloom and Bury

Aged ferns and leaves toppled till eternal depth In time will come back at the start of the line. Yellow, orange, and brown hues colours thy sight My spirit embraces feelings of bereavement and decline Ponder, past scents of bloom and beauty. Sometimes I feel it’s not how it used to be Melancholic ecstasies, dreams

How Artificial Intelligence can Mitigate Biasness, and Increase Access to Justice?

Kashish Goyal The idea of Artificial Intelligence is not new to any of us. From Alexa to our Netflix recommendation list, today the showmanship of AI completes our everyday life. The idea is to make computers imitate humans so well that even a human can’t recognise that the computer is in fact not a human.