My Pen
by Aarav Trivedi, 15 years old
Thoughts in my brain,
and a pen in my hand.
A bright day
turning my dark night
into a band of light.
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Two to Tango by Pooja & Aarthi – Winners
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. 40+ teams participated in Season 5 of this one-of-its-kind contest and the winners were chosen based on the quality of writing and the dual perspective cohesion. 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 that begins with a Swiggy order getting swapped — two people receive each other’s deliveries by mistake. How you take it from there is entirely up to you. Maybe it’s a comedy of errors, a fateful coincidence, a strange mystery, or a moment of unexpected connection. Feel free to interpret this in any tone, style, or genre, as long as the swapped order becomes the turning point that sets your story in motion.
The winners in the Adults’ category were Pooja Kabra & Aarthi V Karanam (Team 39). Enjoy their story!
The Weirdest Writing Rituals of Famous Authors – Unusual Habits Writers Swear By for Creativity
Creativity — it’s such a tumultuous concept, right? It morphs into numerous forms and shines through artworks, novels, music, dance, and so much more. It’s all around us, and yet no one truly knows its source. It seems to originate from the depths of a marvellous mind, almost like a superpower of the subconscious. It often begins with a single idea, one that slowly plants a seed and grows into a pulchritudinous field of flowers.
Dreams of a Wandering Balloon
The balloon floated around like the cloud men drifting off,
The balloon flew like the phoenix basking in the glory of the sun,
The balloon was as weightless as a dandelion riding the wind,
The balloon shone like pearls on the beach.
Book Review – The Gopi Diaries
Cover Image Source & Credit: HerStory
Today, I was going through an interesting book by Sudha Murthy. The book’s name was ‘The Gopi Diaries’. It is actually a series that comes as a box set, and in all the books, Gopi the dog is the main protagonist. The story I read was about how a dog came into a stranger’s house and how they treated him.
Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara: In Depth
“Insaan ko dibbe mein sirf tab hona chahiye jab woh mar chuka ho.”
When Imran says this, he isn’t talking about coffins. He’s talking about how we shrink our lives into routines and fears. Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara asks us: Are we truly alive, or just… boxed in?
Dyslexic Dreams : The True Message of Taare Zameen Par
Certain movies shine through visual grandeur in the kaleidoscopic world of Indian cinema. Taare Zameen Par is a simple yet beautiful film, occupying a warm corner in this world. Released in 2007 and directed by Amole Gupte and Aamir Khan, it is a tear-jerking story conveying a profound message.
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Nowhere to Run
The darkness closes in, enveloping my doubts,
splitting the voices inside me like threads.
Temporary relief
knowing it will soon return.
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.