Shreyas Joshi - Prose Archive

Shreyas Joshi, the author of several proses, poems, articles, excerpts, and many more in a diverse span of domains. Writing is not only the passion and occupation for one but is the vision uniquely bestowed by the great Almighty to only few in this world

The Revolution

It was noon. Well, at least that is what the office clock seemed to show. But the view from the window showed something entirely different. The sun had bee...

123 22/Aug/2018

When Life was a Daydream

I have always been terrible at remembering things. Things that are as recent as what dress my girlfriend wore today or what was it that I was getting mad a...

1191 26/Aug/2018

Riches of the River

As the thick cover of dirty yellow and pale orange almost blocks the morning sun from shining through the window on the left wall of Sikander's two-room hu...

284 08/Nov/2018

Blue Moon

As we lay on the soft grass gazing at the sky, I turned to face her. Her skin lit up with the dim moon light to a pale blue hue. The light doing its magic ...

255 06/Dec/2018

Zorro

We all have our own safe spaces. A library, a gym, a friend, songs, writing so on and so forth. I, after 12 odd years, finally realized my safe space. And ...

108 06/Dec/2018

Someday.... Maybe?

Waves came crashing on the coast and splayed on it like a mirror. They rose over the sea like spirits of the dead. Like pangs of a buried past they stretch...

157 06/Dec/2018

It's not the End

Ever felt like something inside of you is cracking up? Like your hitherto solid frame has now started to break apart. Cracks have started making their way ...

152 06/Dec/2018

The World is a beautiful place.... Or is it?

“We have not inherited the earth from our fathers, we are borrowing it from our children.” – Lester BrownWhen you come to think of it, I...

1063 27/Jan/2019

Mummi's Phone

“Shreyu” came an old voice from the lobby of our house in Haldwani. I had seen the change in the texture of this voice throughout my growi...

517 27/Jan/2019

Yamuna through the Gates of Hell

At the crack of dawn, as the sky begins to shift from a dark violet to a warm golden-orange and the rosy periwinkles wake up from their night long slumber;...

205 27/Apr/2019

Sign of Fissures- The Changing image of Bharat Mata

The concept of Cultural Studies can be understood as a study of culture in order to understand a society and the politics that governs it. Having a sense o...

530 20/May/2019

A Study in Marble

Gazing at the Agra Fort, leaning against the railing of the mausoleum, I couldn’t help but think about the grandeur of the red sandstone structure t...

13089 15/Sep/2019

Why do I Write?

How often have you felt the urge of bursting out all that you hold within? Does it ever happen to you that you just lose control over your body as your min...

28 12/Jan/2020

In a State of Migration

There is a lot of history that one often takes for granted. History that goes unnoticed in the wilted yellow pages of struggle and resistance. Uttarakhand ...

134 07/Jun/2020

A Starry Night

I can’t help being fascinated by the stars of the night sky. In summers if there is anything that would even remotely make me want to get out of my ...

158 20/Jul/2020

A Black and Blue Planet

Every time that I go back and look at this photo, I am filled with feelings that I find really hard to describe. It’s painfully beautiful, this sigh...

134 21/Jul/2020

Throbbing in the In-Between

These days I have been thinking about life quite a bit. Perhaps this comes from the uneasiness and amplified uncertainty that came as another quite deadly ...

162 24/Jul/2020

A Blot of Time

How long is a decade? Does it have to be 10 years? Time was supposed to have a reference, was it not? Because I don’t see decade in years, or the wo...

15 01/Aug/2020