Her Campus at Ashoka
The Yakshi Story
You are the second person to appreciate my work,” she said, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear like the women in my family do. It was...
Her Campus at Ashoka
The Space Between
Grief doesn't always arrive like fire—it comes in silence, in the stillness after a name is spoken with no reply. I write letters I’ll never send, not to reach...
Her Campus at Ashoka
Childish Desire
I dreamt of the bonfire again—the warmth, the laughter, the version of us that never quite made it. But this time, I let it burn. Some dreams aren’t meant...
Her Campus at Ashoka
Limits and London
In London, I hovered between intimacy and distance—close enough to touch the city’s heart, yet always slightly out of reach. Every fleeting glance in the Tube, every smile from...
Her Campus at Ashoka
Where Time Stood Still
Memory is not a perfect photograph but a collection of soft, glowing fragments—the rustling of leaves, the hum of a fan, the taste of salt in the air. Yesterday,...
Her Campus at Ashoka
Lesson 102: The Art of Faking It Until You Actually Fail
College: where your planner looks flawless, your outfits are on point, and your grades? Well, let’s just say they exist. It’s all about pretending you have everything under control...
Her Campus at Ashoka
Receipt of Survival
Memories can feel like an unbearable weight, a constant reminder of a past we cannot change. But what if we saw them differently—not as chains, but as proof of...
Her Campus at Ashoka
Falling Behind
Trapped in the endless cycle of productivity, I wonder—when is it ever enough? The pressure to keep up, to do more, to never fall behind, is suffocating. But what...
Her Campus at Ashoka
Elegy
Some absences are loud, but others slip by unnoticed—laughter that never lands, echoes swallowed by silence. I ache for something soft, something real, but the world moves past, indifferent....
Her Campus at Ashoka
The End That Finds You
There’s a fine line between choosing the end and having it choose you. Between fighting for something and surrendering to it. I have watched the end arrive in pieces,...