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Ohh it must be so bitter sweet To love a wild rose. Every inhale, another bleeding prick. Its blushed color a forlorn reminder of that...

In simplest of terms, spaces created for all the stakeholders residing in a place and being used by one and all in harmony can be termed...

City is a human creation. It grows with time, it gains its own identity and its own history. The old and the new, the passive and the...

I came across this book recently, Amusing ourselves to Death, by Neil Postman. In the book, he compared the ideologies of George Orwell...

Here’s a poem that I penned during my college – I sit watching the orange emptiness around me, my eyes roll towards, past the half open...