One of the best memories I have from my school is how all of us celebrated the festivals and...
School reunions can be boring affairs. A lot of people pretending to be what they are not, some old...
The trees start whispering as evening comes. Birds return, one by one, into their nests. And then, night falls,...
This is the land of robins and the singing thrush. In these dark woods of Oak and maple echo...
I want to live like an Oak in shadows Of snow crusted mountains: a young forest Of beech and...
They met by rushing coolies and tea stalls. Two ordinary men grown grey with old age: Stained shirts yellow...
Here are some scans from Diptesh Ghosh‘s collection of The Oakgrovian – the official school magazine of Oak Grove School....
I slowly learnt, with you, for you, To love the oak scented mountains. And once I had loved the...
A: Arrival: For the start of the new season, we would arrive just before the monsoons, from the burning...
Meeting friends after the halfway years: Some forced laughter among the real ones, Smart wardrobes and sucked in bellies,...
You will look back to wonder if it was Just a stone house amidst a grove of oaks: The...
Silence!— Mute silence! We stand quietly for our grace. Such silence is terrifying. Never has this grace being given...
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