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Requiem for 2019

As the exams are around the corner, I thought I would take the opportunity to write the quintessential ‘what a year’ post. And an explosive year it has been for the class of 2019. My graduation year has been everything I needed it to be, but nothing close to what I imagined it would be. I’ve seen myself – and […]

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Unperfection, A Poem

Unperfection by Shreya Manna Teaching myself how to unperfection Reminds me of that time I tried to do A water slide and chickened out only To sheepishly return because The queue I spotted on the other side Was way too long. And I was hoping To return to earth sometime very soon. In the little pod, waiting for the ground […]

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Sapling in the Woods (A Poem)

Beneath my feet are crunching leaves, martyrs to the world’s law,  And above me the canopy, shaking leafy branches in a tribal dance, Like a million green eyelashes in the sky’s eyes  Nobody is listening. The gnarled limbs of the trees spread to claim the sky  Gather the sun like gold, loot, I look up to them Like greedy kings. Crouching in wonder at the feet of these tyrants, listen carefully to the sound of leaves whispering in the breeze, saying soft first words on earth.  From the cold bed of the jungle floor tiny shoots peek through their wooden chambers with the sweetness of a child, peering from behind the curtains shy, curious, drawn to the colourful show.   Onwards they grow, leaving the warm clasp of home – daring  to absorb the sun and its boundless kingdom.  Never complaining, the small pads of their leaves  unfurl like miniature flags Never losing the hunger for light Soaking the small stripes and flecks that filter into its open palms.  The seed does not question the silent Work of pushing feeble roots into the worn earth. Is it celebration?  Is it tragedy, the merciless struggle for survival?  The questions of a human, once again trying to believe that butterflies emerge from cocoons and great trees from humble seeds and once again remembering that life can go on. By Shreya Manna (c)

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Paradise Prose is Sleeping (Again)

After successfully negotiating AS Levels in French, English, History and Psychology, lo and behold, here comes the onslaught of Year 13. Homework, university applications, extra reading, an EPQ are just a few things on my never-ending to-do list for the moment. In following with Paradise Prose custom (thanks to schoolwork, this has happened before), the website is going to sleep for some time. Stay tuned for more posts in the near future – once I’ve somewhat emerged from this work flood! Keep reading and readjoicing, Shreya

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Middlemarch by George Eliot: Dorothea Brooke – Feminist or Failure?

In the literary community, there seems to be quite a debate on whether Dorothea Brooke from George Eliot’s Middlemarch is a truly “satisfactory” character. Feminist critics such as Lee R. Edwards have pointed out that Dorothea succumbs to the conservative expectations of society, ultimately becoming no more than a mother and a wife. In some ways, Eliot seems to deny […]

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