Article Author: Nayantika Chaudary

She wears a crown of blood, sweat and tears Nayantika Chaudary Bloody, beaten and bruised. Her scars tell a story no one can refuse. There,

We Read Nayantika Chaudary She reads about places she will never go, adventures she will never have, people she could never be. Yet she reads.

Faces in a Crowd Nayantika Chaudary The sky is a canvas of dark solitude, charcoal grey clouds camouflaged in a charcoal grey sky embedded in

The Night in Winchester House Nayantika Chaudary   Charlotte was just silently tip toeing back up the stairs to her room when she heard a

That terrible morning…. Whoosh, whoosh! I awoke with a start, gasping and panting, shivering in cold sweat. I lay there for a while, just lay

I inhale the fresh crisp breeze as I sink my grubby trainers into the lush emerald grass. The blazing summer sun in the azure picturesque

The Beach Nayantika Chaudary   The golden lollipop in the azure sky floats in between tufts of cotton, as if playing hide and seek. Children

War Plane Nayantika Chaudary   Free! I was free once more. I soared high up in the baby-blue sky, basking in the summer sun’s cheerful

In the Deep Nayantika Chaudary     A small wave rolls upon shore, This is not a dream anymore, I sail across the blue tablecloth