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As he played his lyres last notes It trembled softly in his arms. A cruel mercy from the heavens – “Don’t look back” warned Hades. But in the final step to light He turned – And she was gone. He whispered a thousand apologies to his love Oh, such a cruel fate As he played his lyres last notes Hades listened. Nature listened. But could his love hear him play? Post by Leona Biju ( XIC - 2024-25 Batch) This poem is based on a beautiful painting by G.F. Watts titled Orpheus and Eurydice . It is displayed in the Salar Jung museum in Hyderabad. Orpheus and Eurydice are both characters from Greek mythology. Orpheus a charming musician fell in love with Eurydice and married her .Tragically she died shortly after and Orpheus descended into to the underworld to bring her back ,charming Hades the god of the underworld with his music .Hades agreed to let Eurydice go back to the land of the living on the condition that Orpheus must not look back at his wife till they reach the upperworld .But Orphe...

 A beautiful evening, the setting sun casts a warm glow over the hills. Lush green paddy fields brim with a rich harvest. Terraced valleys nurture the world's finest coffee beans. Lakes and rivers overflow with sweet, fresh water. Flowers and fruits bloom abundantly on the trees. Amidst the beauty of nature nestled a small village called Cocanad, where a lovely ancestral home lay. “Grandma, can you recite any tales?” asked a sweet little girl of five. Her beautiful green, doe-like eyes, filled with hope and excitement, instantly made the grandma answer affirmatively. The old lady looked around. Sitting in comfy chairs, her husband and sons were chatting at random. She peeped through the doors to watch her daughters-in-law laughing and gossiping while cooking. Out on the lawn, her grandchildren played with enthusiasm and vigor. With a contented smile, she began reciting a tale from her memory lane…. ” Once upon a time, there lived a man and his wife with their children in a small, b...

 The new Netflix series Adolescence has taken the world by storm , revealing a chilling portrayal of the devastating effects of bullying on today’s tweens and teens .Times have changed a lot . The world kids are growing up now is really different from what it used to be. Even though I am still a teen, I can see how much things have changed for kids growing up now . With the rise of social media and constant online presence bullying doesn’t end at school ,it follows kids home right into their phones . Its silent , its digital and its dangerous . What is bullying ? According to Australian human rights commission, “Bullying is when people repeatedly and intentionally use words or actions against someone or a group of people to cause distress and risk to their well being ’’ Now let’s imagine a 13 year old boy who goes to school every day , only to be bullied by his peers not for anything he’s done , but simply for being quiet, for his financial situation or for just being vulnerable . ...

 A person, maybe a friend which I don't have. My mind is dark no bright no light. Tears on my face, which are unlimited. My brain is burning. I don't know why. We are sharing the same room but you  don't don't  know what's going on in my mind . It's not about others but about me , us. Am I wrong or you are wrong? Yes I am, as always. Perhaps it's all an illusion made by my mind However, I know I am in pain . Post By Neha Jaimon, XII A (2022-23 Batch)

Just like the past 4 days , Dennis stopped by the big blue building that suddenly sprang up in the middle of the city a few days back. Dennis stood staring at the strange building.. What would be happening inside? He couldn't find any details. Nothing was there to indicate what's inside.There isn't any sign of human life yet. Will it be some kind of a factory? No idea.  After a while, Dennis continued walking to his house. In the evening, along with the tea he tried to list the facts he discovered so far. A big building.. huge..Blue in colour..No one is going in or out.There's a board in the front " WHITE PAPERS" in black letters on a white background. A large door in the front facing the pavement.There are many windows, but none of them have ever seemed to be opened. The clock kept ticking. Dennis completed the paperworks for the next day. Unlocked his mobile phone and scrolled through the chats. There were 3 messages from Liya , his daughter. "Hi Dad Di...

That One Promised Oasis              You remember that time  You were in an oasis as a child So you drag everyone with you To see if it could be found. The journey is quite costly  But it's a sacrifice you're willing to make, The survivors will understand When they see that oasis so great.                    You think you finally reached it  And enjoy that water so tired  But it sticks to your hand And tastes so much like iron. Now you can't even be sure If it was a dream or a memory, When for those who are left  It was only a nightmare to see. By Cinsa Jose, XI A

  Jealousy and Indian stereotypes. Jealousy is a weird thing. A feeling, perhaps. A feeling that strikes up hatred among friends and family. It is not only the main cause of almost all of Shakespeare's tragedies, but it is also an ever-present villain in our day to day lives. I was brought up in such a way that there is not much for me to be jealous of. My parents have always provided me with all that I would ever want or need without spoiling or pampering me. I also often take pride in my ability to appreciate someone's success without a single trace of malice in my heart and have always been able to reciprocate my feelings towards all my loved ones and feel genuine happiness in their delight. Yet, I must confess that nowadays I find myself stuck in reels of jealousy and look upon myself in horror, shameful of what I've become. It is not material things that I'm jealous of, nor people, nor their lifestyle. I'm jealous of the relationship people can have with ot...