Kriesha Pradhan

These invisible lines that mark where my country ends and yours begins. These lines where millions of people live unknown about their whereabouts. These lines where we will soon build up walls of bricks and separate brothers from their sisters. These line that invaders crossed, victory stamped on...

This world ours is wonderful. This world ours is terrible. This world of ours is confusing,  Like a jigsaw puzzle no one can seem to solve.

Model United Nations (MUN) is an extracurricular activity where students imitate the diplomatic delegates representing different countries in the United Nations conferences.  The activity simulates the work sessions of the United Nations which provides the participating students with a platform to e...

You’re supposed to have nightmares at night But mine begins when I step inside school.

A rainbow binds every color, Then displays itself in the clear blue sky; We gaze at it awestruck.

A rainbow binds every color, Then displays itself in the clear blue sky;

To all those stereotypes  Are your eyes that small? Your mind that narrow?

‘Thank you mom’ These three words will never be enough Neither enough to sum up your love Nor for giving me my world When there was a storm

Blood runs in your veins and mine Allowing us to breathe our next breathe And to cherish the next day But to a girl it is a curse.

As a child I looked out the window in pleasant glee At the waving clouds in the air And the clear blue sky The hilltop far from me