Acr-lic Colour

                                                        Art by Ananya Ravikumar Ahem. Some time ago, I came up with a hypothesis. After testing it multiple times under different conditions, I summarise my findings in the form of  the following law: “The influx of ideas times the desire to write is inversely proportional to the time available under normal conditions and is inversely proportional to the square root of time available when an unpleasant but important deadline approaches.” I give a report of my experiments to verify the same: Experiment One: The Keeping of a Diary Upon re-examination of several years worth of diary entries, the beginning “Dear Diary, I’m supposed to be studying <insert boring subject> right now…” has been found to occur most frequently. Experiment Two: Writing befor...

If I had to be reborn, And if I had a choice, I would be a tree.                                                         Art by Ananya Ravikumar Not a horse, Whose beauty and majesty I love and envy. Not a bird, With the power to soar Above and away from the petty concerns of living Not a cheetah, With all it's speed, power and grace. Nor the leaping gazelle it hunts With long and slender legs Not a whale, with the ocean to explore. And not a human being. I can stand it no more. I would be a tree. I would grow, solitary. Taking only what I need. Giving back, All I can. In a forest, I would laugh As squirrels scampered up my spine I would watch the ant climb, undaunted by the distance With love. I would hold with tender care The eggs in the nest on my branches. And watch with pride, and a little sadness As ...