The Art of Art

THE ART OF ART

Fiction
katesarah19

I am a Haunted House

6 min read Please do me a favour, pack your bags and visit me here, I am still here where I was left among the dead, a house that is very much alive.
I’ll let you be the judge of my haunted walls. Come, it’s not everyday you get an invite from a haunted house.
I ache for a human soul.

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Art meets Culture
katesarah19

Largesse – Suzanna, Suzanna

19 min read Kate Sarah, a writer from Darjeeling (also a Redendron Ink author), in her novel Largesse crafts yet another mind-blowing chapter, so be prepared to catch your breath every three seconds.

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Poetry
pareekshitdahal

The Broken Chair to The Coffee Mug

< 1 min read I don’t Have hands,
But I want to touch you, hold you,
Feel your every line, your curves and your edges.
I want to hug you, connect the soul from my woody brown with that of your serene white body.
All day, all night.
I know I’m tough, I know you’re brittle
I know we’re inanimate,
But if we make it, our love will be immortal.

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Poetry
High On Thoughts

Fall

2 min read In the pitfalls and ups of life and relations                       

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Poetry
katesarah19

The Funeral

2 min read A compilation of painful memoirs of an array of funeral visits.
A piece of poetry beautifully expressing deep emotions and uncomfortable truths about deaths and disappearances of loved ones.

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Poetry
High On Thoughts

A Dilemmatic Drop

2 min read Clean as the morning dew, colourless and transparent it began its cycle
It had but one goal, to complete its journey back to that cloud.

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Fiction
littleladyanonymous

A Rather Ordinary Way of Life

9 min read “In a country that was of the people, for the people and by the people his selfishness had blinded him. It had always been at the back of his mind, the guilt of corruption always floating there but he hadn’t given it a greater thought.”

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Fiction
katesarah19

Taboo | Aizawl Hijra

17 min read Her slender body moved with the rhythm. Her hair was long till her waist, a black veil that one could see at the exaggerated shampoo ads. Her black jeans further diminished her limbs to a woody menagerie. Her waist had suffered a massive change, anyone could have easily mistaken her for a woman.

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