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Spring 2025
Nature: A Mirage?
Prof. Apoorva Satapathy
It’s an illusion of Nature,
Deceptively eluding us from the pain
Inflicted by its dreadful features,
But very much in vain.
We mortals have progressed, nonetheless,
Distanced from Nature’s apparent sabotage
We have escaped such phantasmal distress
From Her tormenting Mirage.
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The Dead Jester
Yatharth Chakravarty
Did you hear about the Jester? I wonder why she killed herself.
The mask of Jester became a part of her face. Yes, it did help her to cope with events otherwise difficult, but simultaneously, it make her immensely dependent. As each day passed, the grip of the mask on her face grew stronger, arriving at a point where there was no difference between the mask and the face, that it was one. But why did the Jester need a mask? Was her face not good enough? Maybe yes, one can as a spectator merely assume.
Liar Liar
Tara Bhattacharjya Gupta
Waves crash against the sand. Water rises up to meet the soles of my feet, my ankles, my calves. The wind whistles in my ear, the sun is a vivid, red-hot disc in the sky, and the moon is a faint, impatient outline at my back; it waits for the burning sun to slip slowly beneath the horizon.
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