Literary Society, BIT Mesra

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An incomplete love story

He was reckless, a traveller of an endless journey. She- the synonym of serenity and tranquillity. She saw him and fell in love but never let him know Because she knew he craved for someone else. Like everybody else she... Continue Reading →


Three Years Of Modi

"The government belongs to all the people of the country, from Kashmir to Kanyakumari, from Kutch to Kamrup," Modi said on May 16, 2014, in Vadodara after the BJP won the Lok Sabha election three years ago. "It is our... Continue Reading →

On Playing Fair in the World of Today

‘You’re naïve. It doesn’t work.’ That’s what they’ll say. When you tell them you’re playing fair, in the world of today. It’s not easy, oh not at all. I don’t need to tell you that. You’ve seen it first-hand- Quality... Continue Reading →

सबसे बड़ा है रोग , क्या कहेंगे लोग!

बेटा मेरा कुछ भी चाहे , मैं जो चाहूँ वही करवाऊंगी! अगर उसका बेटा डॉक्टर है, तो इसे इंजीनियर ज़रूर बनाऊंगी! अगर ऐसा मैं ना कर पाई, तो बाहर कैसे जाऊंगी? बच्चों का तो काम है ज़िद्द करना, मैं सबको... Continue Reading →

खोखला स्वर्ग

आज उड़ते देखा एक पक्षी को मैंने, उड़कर आया वो मेरे पास, विस्मय में मैं डूब गया, जब उसने मुझसे मेरी भाषा में बोला "सुन इंसान, मेरी व्यथा समझ, मुझको ना आती है ये बात रास इतने जीव इस पृथ्वी... Continue Reading →


There she was struggling with how to comfort her heart, which has been stabbed many times both from front and back, but instead of blood gushing, it was sadness she was soaked with and depression trying to strangle her with... Continue Reading →


And the river flows, Unstoppable. Unwavering. Undaunted. Carving its way, Through the rough terrain. Making the mighty rocks, Crumble and humble Before the will of it. None can stand, None can challenge this invincible. Yet there stands a man, Fearless.... Continue Reading →

Remembering Sadaf Aunty

What was his name, your elder brother who shifted to Pakistan?”, I asked. I always keep forgetting his name. “Hasan Nawab. And the smaller one was Safdar Nawab.”, Sadaf aunty(my grandmother's friend) said. I nodded. She was telling me about... Continue Reading →

When The Sword Is Mightier Than The Pen

Books,let's talk of books was what he last said, Before on the smoky ruins lay his head, A million hopes; Lay shattered in the library, And library,concentration camps Of small books,of large books,of thin books,of fictions,of non-fictions,of science.. "None shall... Continue Reading →

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