The darkness closes in, enveloping my doubts,
splitting the voices inside me like threads.
Temporary relief
knowing it will soon return.
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The rise of AI: A threat or a tool for creativity
The Earth is rapidly coming under the grasp of Artificial Intelligence (AI). Almost everyone is using it today — from tourists planning itineraries to farmers collecting crop data. AI had its early foundations in the 1950s with John McCarthy, often called the father of AI. Over the decades, its use has expanded enormously. But with its rise comes a pressing question: Is AI a threat, or is it a helpful tool?
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The Wolf’s Side of the Story
Dear diary,
Today I was in the forest on a search for food. And when I say food, I mean food — not that cheeky, grumpy woodcutter’s smacks. I was strolling past the hills, rivers and trees when I saw a timid girl walking by. I GOT MY VICTIM. IT WAS HER.
MYSELF – AN OPEN STUDY
Yes, Mama, let’s have an open talk.
Like any living being, bound by two eternal truths – birth and death –
I entered this world on 03.05.2001, in a way different from my Guddi Nani.
My poor Mama and the whole family were simply shocked on seeing me, my physical condition.
All were in great pain – Mama and I, both physically as well.
Nobody was responding to me, reciprocating to me, or understanding my needs – not even my strong Mama. It was a typically frustrating environment.
The Night of Hidden Truths
“The darkest nights reveal the most terrifying truths.”
Once upon a time, there lived a group of friends. In the group, there were two boys named Rahul and Sam, and two girls named Ananya and Kriti. They all decided to go out on New Year’s Eve. As planned, they went out together.
Why Me?
“Why me?” We all ask this question at some point in life. Through the constant trials and tribulations thrown at us, the fragile heart yearns for the answer. Rich. Poor. All men pose this question to the universe in some manner. This question approaching the meaning of the suffering we all endure is also explored in different branches of Philosophy. Existentialism. Nihilism. Absurdism. Determinism — you get it. Billions of people are all stuck around finding the question of this WHY…including me of course.
Two to Tango by Smayan & Ashvik
At Beyond the Box, we are constantly thinking of ideas to give something unique, refreshing as well as challenging to our community of writers. Two to Tango is one such endeavour to encourage the participants to work along with another writer as a team and bring about a creative synergy. 44 teams participated in Season 4 of this one-of-its-kind contest held in Sep-Oct 2024. Below prompt was given to the writers and they were asked to narrate the same story from two different points of view.
Prompt – Write a fictional story in which a letter gets delivered ten years late, impacting the present in some way. Feel free to interpret this in any context/style/genre.
The Special Mention winners in the kids’ category were Smayan & Ashvik (Team 40). Enjoy their story!
Vivid Moments
I remember the moment vividly,
The Moment of despair,
Realizing that I am so different from others,
Belittled by society,
That looks down on different ones.
Revering Cultures And Traditions
Retired IG of police Krishnamurthy walked home after his session at the Gymnasium.
The temple bell rang, indicating the morning Deep Aradhana time. His spacious apartment in a skyrise was opposite one of the famous temples in a South-Indian-dominated locality in the heart of Mumbai city.
Krishnamurthy entered the house, feeling the heavy weight of the impending emotional storm. He braced himself for the drama that was sure to unfold.
Marissa and the Moonlit Mystery
“Every year since then, the divine Moon chooses an apprentice to learn its secrets.”
“Grandma, how does the Moon choose who its apprentice will be? And who was it this year? Oh Grandma, I still have so many questions!” Marissa’s voice was filled with wonder.
“You’ll understand one day, Marissa. One day,” she said reassuringly, gently holding her soft hand.