An opinionated South Asian Magazine at UT-Austin. Friday, May 1, 2009. Green grass, thin blades. Green stems, humble aids. Green hoppers, chirp strain. Green thorns, proud disdain. Red petals, moist seams. Red butterflies, despairing dreams. Red buds, promissory visions. Red berries, sweet illusions. The much anticipated; the deliverance. On a firm branch of a Beech. Speaks not, my neighboring leaf. I wait the whole night.

Sunday, July 27, 2014. Life began, they say, in the hands of the Almighty,. Gardens of roses laid out beautifully;. But Man, they say, handed down apathy. Roses of Gaza and their vibrancy;. All seen here is the dark secrecy-. Of happiness- happiness which I yearn to see! Roses so innocents, they lived, only to die,. Courage, they have, and they defy,. With tears and anger, cries each eye,. Oh, in this rubble of destruction,.

Tale of the new city! I came here with excitement, hope, anticipation, fear and courage. All helping me pack my bags,. And leave the ever so comfortable abode. Of the ones who got me to this world, provided, pampered and supported me. I found a small apartment that I made mine. my comfort zone! But the city that I had come to was all outside. The people were interesting, helpful but also very indifferent. There were a lot of things to dislike. Fresh cookies being baked,.