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for legal reasons, i do not condone theft [part 2]by avantika vermaIt was on a particularly breezy autumn night that Aster found himself standing patiently outside the King’s study, slightly confused. “Come in, Aster.” Aster opened the door, entering the room. As...

for legal reasons i do not condone theft [part 1]

for legal reasons, i do not condone theft [part 1]by avantika vermaAt the age of fourteen, Aster was declared crown prince, and his life turned upside down. Until then, his life had been alright. His earliest memories were a blur of picnics with his mother and spars...

The Growth of Artificial Intelligence in India 

The Growth of Artificial Intelligence in India by anahita sharma Artificial Intelligence (AI) is poised to play a pivotal role in India's economic growth and development, with its potential to significantly transform various sectors, from manufacturing to healthcare,...

Food, water, shelter, healthcare… internet? 

Food, water, shelter, healthcare… internet? How E-Sims for Gaza reveals the need for an essential new category of aidAs Israeli forces push ever further across destroyed Gaza, leaving rubble and crushed civilian livelihoods in their wake, the international community...

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pomegranate

pomegranateby iravati iyer Her hands cradle the pomegranate as if it is the precious evolution she so longs for. It stains her fingers pink and she passes it to me. Look, she says, your lipstick matches. I hold the fruit between my traitorous fingers and watch her. I...

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Letters to Eden

Letters to Edenby iravati iyerwanted to eat today; didn't. couldn't muster up the energy, wanted maybe to see what would happen; sickness to delusion to madness to enlightenment. privileged I know- you won't ever be afforded the same luxury. but wanted to know what it...

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Bayou Bed

Bayou Bed by iravati iyer Sound of the fan haunts me; inexplicable reminder of nightspressed into each other, learning theshapes our souls made as they morphed together, like a sound (I) never heardfrom my mother's lips, like the tinkleof the your wind catcher as it...

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if i weren’t a woman

If i weren't a woman by anahita sharma if death lay his intricate fingers on the skin of my back and ripped every ounce of hope in my heart, his touch would have been softer, even kinder, than the poison buried deep in your palms his claws would retract and his hands...

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Faith, Power and What Constitutes Culture 

Faith, Power and What Constitutes Cultureby anahita sharma Some would say they live for faith. That their faith in God is the only thing that keeps them going. Because what is life if you have no one to believe in? What is life without believing in superstitions that...

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