August 31, 2025 There’s a special kind of happiness that only a college corridor can provide, and it starts the moment you decide to find your classroom armed with nothing but optimism, a leaky pen, and the naïve belief that room numbers follow a linear sequence. You step onto campus feeling heroic, like Theseus entering the labyrinth, except your thread is a screenshot of last semester’s timetable, your Minotaur is the admin clerk who sighs in Roman numerals, and your guiding oracle is a...

the taste of cold days Oranges, Kwai and Winter ...is a poem about the winter months in Shillong. It captures what it feels like to walk through the localities—breathing in the smells, listening to the sounds, and catching glimpses of the everyday drama unfolding in people’s kitchens. Children playing skoi, with rosy cheeks that smell of Boroline and scraped knees. Mothers, all wrapped up in their tapmohkhlieh and jaiñkyrshah , shouting at them for not wearing their sweaters, socks, and...

...is a poem by Zofia E. D. Phanbuh, a 19-year-old currently residing in Shillong. She is a NEET aspirant, future doctor, and writer. She aspires to be Jesus’ instrument, directing all her delights to Him. Furthermore, she enjoys writing, reading, and listening to music! I adore books because you can feel whatever, however you can view any perspective; you get to live as many lives as you want. In calm, you may seek the despair of atrocities; in turmoil, you may taste tranquility to escape....