I walk in, stripped down to my true self.
I turn on the shower, and the water that touches me is warm.
I allow it to run over my wounds, to soothe them.
Every once in a while, water
(so salty it burns these wounds)
starts to flow from my eyes.
But I don’t understand it.
How does one cry while feeling nothing?
I cleanse myself with a soap that also smells like nothing and hence has no effect. It doesn’t cover anything up.
Then, a voice speaks.
“Stop it”, it begs.
“STOP IT”, it commands.
“End it. Finish it now. Let. go.”
“There’s no need to fight it, and you know you don’t want to.”
The voice speaks the truth.
I do not wish to resist,
So, I stop.
The world starts to spin for a brief moment.
I fall to the floor, unconscious, so it seems, but I’m not gone.
A deep and intense sorrow runs through my body.
It is pain, but not regret.
I deem it rootless, in denial.
I know where it comes from.
The water turns cold.
I feel myself not feel.
The cold water continues to flow.
It’s like it’ll flow forever,
Like no one will ever bother to come and turn the tap off.
And I lay there,
Waiting for someone to notice my absence.
-Zainab Fatima 10 ICSE
The Night Language by David Rocklin
Prince Alamayou is taken from his home in the thick of the Abyssinian war to the court of Queen Victoria.
With him is Philip Layard, a young apprentice to one of the doctors on the battlefield, who becomes Alamayou’s guardian, only friend, and eventually, the love of his life. When Parliament accuses Alamayou of murder, the young prince is sentenced to return to Abyssinia, where he will be executed.
His only hope comes from the very thing that cannot be uttered: the unexpected and forbidden love between Alamayou and Philip.
The Night Language is one of those timeless books, always relevant and written in a classically refined style, even though the language entirely modern. It’s heartbreaking, but well worth the read; a novel that explores the depths of emotional suppression through a quiet and graceful love story. It’s tense and captivating, in terms of both the plot and the character relationships. Definitely an underrated book!
The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas
Starr Carter moves between two worlds: the poor neighborhood where she lives and the fancy suburban prep school she attends. The uneasy balance between these worlds is shattered when Starr witnesses the fatal shooting of her unarmed best friend Khalil at the hands of a police officer.
Soon afterward, his death is a national headline. Some are calling him a thug, maybe even a drug dealer and a gangbanger. Protesters are taking to the streets in Khalil’s name. Some cops and the local drug lord try to intimidate Starr and her family. What everyone wants to know is: what really went down that night?
But what Starr does or does not say could upend her community. It could also endanger her life.
I actually learnt about this book after I saw the trailer for the movie in the theater. The trailer made me cry, and the book even more so. It’s definitely one of the best books I’ve read so far this year. The book has done well because it’s relevant to today, but it’s a story that goes beyond just a political statement. It’s a painfully real story, built up on so many true tragedies, which give the novel this incredibly emotional, poignant soul.
To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before by Jenny Han
Lara Jean Song keeps her love letters in a hatbox her mother gave her. They aren’t love letters that anyone else wrote for her; these are ones she’s written. One for every boy she’s ever loved—five in all. When she writes, she pours out her heart on the page, and says all the things she would never say in real life. Because her letters are for her eyes only. Until the day her secret letters are mailed, and suddenly, Lara Jean’s love life goes from imaginary to out of control.
To All the Boys I’ve Loved before is really just a comfortable, funny, adorable series: the literature version of a rom-com. It’s a sweet contemporary novel, sometimes slightly ridiculous, but in the most brilliant way. The protagonist, as well as the other characters, is absolutely relatable as well as admirable, and the series is just overall a light read to make you feel better anytime. Plus, it’s been made into a great movie that you can watch after!
The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood
Offred is a Handmaid in the Republic of Gilead. She may leave the home of the Commander and his wife once a day to walk to food markets whose signs are now pictures instead of words because women are no longer allowed to read. She must lie on her back once a month and pray that the Commander makes her pregnant, Handmaids are valued only if their ovaries are viable. Offred can remember the years before, when she lived and made love with her husband, Luke; when she played with and protected her daughter; when she had money of her own, and access to knowledge. But all of that is gone now…
You might have guessed that this is a dystopian. It’s similar in concept to novels such as 1984 or Brave New World, or even The Hunger Games, a sort of speculative fiction. It’s an old story, but still relevant. The Handmaid’s Tale isn’t dark, but it is chilling in it’s own sort of way – a book that takes you down the road of “what if”.
-Manya B, 12 AICE P
Jane Doe was just a girl,
Much like you or me.
Jane Doe, with her innocent smile,
Seemed happy as she could be.
But Jane Doe, with her doe brown eyes,
Sobbed herself to sleep.
And come the morning, when she woke,
Nobody saw her weep.
Jane Doe stood up for her friends,
And rode upon their highs.
When they were upset, they went to Jane Doe,
And she lent them her shoulder to cry.
But when Jane Doe called,
And let loose her despair,
They turned a blind eye, left her with monsters to fight.
Frankly, they didn’t seem to care.
But one day, Jane Doe, with her punctual ways,
Failed to show up on time.
“Where’s Jane Doe?”, they exclaimed,
Ignoring the terrible sign.
They found Jane Doe, sound asleep,
But they couldn’t open her eyes.
By her side, lay a crumpled note,
Which the following words described –
“I was Jane Doe, and I’ve lost my fight,
And now, I bid you goodnight.
If only you were there, and showed me that you cared,
Maybe I’d still be alive.”
-Siddhant Satapathy 11 ISC
the root of Bias seems to me,
a place of ideals, a place to be,
a heavenly home, a haven from Logic –
secrets lurking, cryptic-crawling-toxic.
you call me closer, into your eyes,
you say I must see beyond those lies.
something’s missing but we cannot see it,
we push and we pull yet we only mishit.
misfit Logic, mystic Logic- the dripping poison,
we live on it like it is our Earth, our Being, our only Horizon.
-Riddhi Verma, 12 AICE R