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Why Friendships Change as You Get Older and Move Out of College
Muhammad Ali once said, “Friendship is the hardest thing in the world to explain. It’s not something you learn in school. But if you haven’t learned friendship, you really haven’t learned anything”. What makes friendship so valuable? In fact, what…
“Take me Home”- Growing up & other reality checks
John Denver makes it so easy to miss home when he sings “Country roads”. Although my home is nowhere near West Virginia, it can make my eyes tear up a bit, because I don’t feel like I have been at…
An Ode to Recovery: Words
Words, I am short of; They escape me, frequently, like a tide that’s aimless. I throw them on a wall and they bounce back behind me, Into the pit of darkness that I had built long ago: unnecessarily. Words: they…
An Ode to Recovery: Again
I know this smell all too well The smell of recognition The smell of intimacy The smell of submission The smell of colours The smell of new fantasies The smell of music. You tell me it’s not the same Oh,…
An Ode to Recovery: Burn that Bridge, Baby
I haunt that old cafe no more; No longer wait on those figments of mystery that we were. I still wonder if you’re safe and sound, wonder how, knowing you’re so destructive? Once the parcel has been returned to the…
Why is Consent a Denied Concept?
(This is an edtiorial, written jointly by Nahian Jamal Joyeeta and Muhtasim Sarowat Rayed.) We are products of generations full of sexual prejudice and ignorance; although we are known as the pre-apocalyptic generation, we still haven't come to terms with…
Why It’s Okay to be Ordinary in an Extraordinary World
I guess I should start with the idea that I am average. Or more accurately, my fear that I am average. That was one of my biggest fears growing up, that I would turn out to be mostly, if not…
An Ode to Recovery: Midnight Show
When my head hits the pillow at night, I don’t see a blank ceiling, I see us, reliving our memories like an overrun movie on a large screen, like a sky full of gleaming stars, showering light all around me.…
An Ode to Recovery: Twilight’s Pawn
You silly little sunshine, So put together at midday! Tell me have you tried Solving the riddle in your name, Lost your eyes in the process And could never find the pencil? You twirl and giggle, His feet are tired,…
An Ode to Recovery: Delicate
Yellow, white, golden and brown: same old curtains surround me every morning; Morbid, plain, so delicate, so pale. They bend and break too, but in their ruins, all you see are loose threads; In mine, you see placid, darkened eyes…