Hunger and Poverty

By Sakthi Kasi. You hear the howl of the freezing wind. It’s loud and angry. You can feel its cold hands trying to grab you, its sharp nails biting into your skin. The winds attack you from all sides, whipping…

The times, they are a’ changing…

By Jashu Tamilselvan. Ahhh…the great feeling of sitting in front of a fireplace, drinking your hot cocoa with exactly 20 small marshmallows that warm your body up. Then, a cold, chilly feeling crawls up your spine, and then you realize…midterms…