Naila Rais

Naila is currently a 12th grader; a PCM student from AMU. She has worked as a website content writer at Khushiyaan Foundation, Social Media Outreach at an NGO and Insta Promotion Incharge at Profound Writers. Apart from it she is also a published poet and working on a novel.

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A winter tale – (Kashmir Edition)

An otherwise verdant valley has been transformed into a...

Adapting to the Age of AI: ...

Artificial intelligence (AI) refers to the intelligence of machines....

Kashmir through my lens

As I walk into the bare, frosted streets of...

LETTING GO WITH MINDFULNESS

INTRODUCTION   Life is a collection of experiences ! In the...

The new cadet in N.D.A.

A friend of mine visited me some time back,...

Mushaira cum Kavi Sammelan in the Indian Supreme Court

On the evening of 20th October, 2008 a grand...

Children’s from Heaven

See'th the smile they senth upon from ground, When parent saw their child under rubble, Thou, senth the curse from hell abouth, A smile from heaven, seen...

“Meme” as a medium of communication

Chaand taare tod laun Saari duniya par mai chaaun Bas itna sa khwaab hai...! Testing with limits Long ago, when communication was in testing mode and then a...

THE LAST KISS WITH DEATH

The haunting, inimical sound of padded hooves Was my alacrity last midnight Something in inebriation of fail ACCOMPLICE The goad inchoating for ephemeral. I fully aghast went cray...

LOVE IS HOPE and HOPE IS LOVE

Hope is sawdust, we need to fly Hope is a mystery, we need to clarify Hope is a beauty, we need in ourselves Hope is love, we...

The haunted day

It was dark stormy evening. There was a pin drop silence except the barking of dogs. The valley was quite hot when the rain...

The Fault in Our Stars

"I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that...