Dancing dandelion

He left this world on August 12th, 2024, They said he passed quietly, not troubling his son, On a Monday, they told me—people who leave on Mondays Are said to find their way to heaven. Always in his kache panje , crisp and clean, You were so strong, Ajja—witness to a world That spanned from the dawn of independence To this age of AI, and yet you never needed glasses, Still walking with purpose even in your ripe years. The way you loved your wife—how I dreamed Of a love like that, of living a life as full as yours. But today, a heavy monsoon morning, The rain outside matched the misery in my heart, And I never imagined that grief would flood my soul like this. You were a part of my whole childhood— Those dolls, those sweets, the delicious snacks You saved and brought home from different shops, Your quiet acts of love I never fully understood Until now, as an adult, I cry for you, for your absence. Will you ever forgive me, Ajja, For not being there, for not s...

 

 Masked Connection       https://acrobat.adobe.com/id/urn:aaid:sc:AP:eca018b7-fe84-49c4-82ca-bc576c4c03f6 Vishaka Vishal (R23AF019), Vasundhara H (R23AF014), Gayathri Nayak (R23AF004), Deeksha S (R23AF016), Rachana Kulkarni (R23AF018) MA English, 2nd Semester Once upon a time, in a faraway land (but within the country, of course), a woman called Shurpy stood nervously inside her college campus, pacing back and forth, her eyes wandering. Why was she nervous? A good question, indeed. It’s because Ram’s classes were about to end, and she would finally confess her feelings to him today. Was she scared? Yes. Did it seem that she should not do this? Also, yes. But was she going to do it anyway? Of course. She fiddled with her mask (it was 2020, you get it) and kept eyeing the exit of the building with bated breath. She wasn’t exactly sure why she was doing this. Ram was…more popular than her. He was involved in sports, the student council, and the university newslette...

In the depths of our hearts, emotion reside, Like a river current, they ebb and they tide. Just as water flow with twists and turns, So do our feelings, as fire within burns. At times, like a gentle stream, we find peace, Our hearts like calm waters, worries release. But storms may brew, causing waves to rise, Emotions turbulent, under darkened skies. Like a river that carves through mountains tall, Emotions shape us, stand proud, never small. They nourish our souls, like water to the land, Guiding us through life, with a gentle hand. So let my emotions flow like a river's song, Strong and steady, yet gentle and long. For in depths of our hearts, they will thrive, By which my human emotion and river both alive 

  “ I’m getting late Papa” I was in so much rush that I forgot to check the time. “ it’s ok beta we still have 15 minutes left” my father replied patiently. All the footsteps started to approach soon a lot of vehicles and people gathered around and a lot of murmuring sound started to increase and then I was assured that I was not late. As soon as my sharp ears heard the sound of train i was ready to leave my hometown. In my mind even before reaching the seat I was practicing how to ask the train breakfast Bhaiyya ek plate rice bath and coffee. Its my habit to forget things when I’m alone. I sat in seat number sixty , my reserved window seat on the train, there was a small guy sleeping on my seat and about to tell that’s my seat but his father told him “beta go and sleep near Ammi” he was furious that some random girl came and occupied his seat but what else can I do. I could understand just looking at his face how annoyed he was even I wanted to fight back but suddenly re...

  S.L. Bhyrappa's "Yaana" intricately explores human relationships and philosophical inquiries within the framework of a space exploration mission. This analysis examines the portrayal of female characters from a feminist perspective, focusing on their roles, agency, and the challenges they face in a traditionally male-dominated environment. The female astronauts in "Yaana" are portrayed as highly competent professionals. Their expertise and dedication to the mission challenge the stereotypical portrayal of women as less capable in scientific and technical fields. By showcasing their professional abilities, Bhyrappa emphasizes that women can excel in any domain, including those traditionally dominated by men. Bhyrappa delves into the inner lives of his female characters, exploring their hopes, fears, and motivations. This approach highlights their individuality and autonomy, challenging the tendency to view women as monolithic entities defined solely by thei...

Blue paint fell, Sun and clouds formed  Stars light made dark bright.