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Continue reading →: The letter that never gets posted-2Hey you, Being a while since I had a word with you. I know you are occupied or probably you might have erased me from your memories either way I will always respect your choice of not communicating the reason. We always have a choice. You choose to stay away…
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Continue reading →: Micro feelsWe are all waiting for that miracle to rescue us from this debacle.No, not the virus.No, not the curse.No, definitely not old love.but yes the misery of the human soul, persists. We are bound to ourselvesOur hopesOur distressWe seek no helpThen we victimize and then degrade the human race. Today…
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Continue reading →: Letters that never get posted-1I want to write to you every dayI wish I could tell you every mundane quirkThe unreasonable reasons for my moods.Tell ya, that my evening coffee was a bit sweetSwear like a goon about that colleaguewho was a bit unfair.Maybe even tell ya,the masks are causing my skin to breakAnd…
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Continue reading →: Trees outside my window.There are two flourishing treesoutside my windowthat I find swayingeither to the warm windsor to the tunes that I sing. Mind you, l am a bad singer.Well not bad as suchLet’s say, I’m the chorus that just lingers. These trees are enormousjamming to my soundslike kids with drumsticks to pound.…
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Continue reading →: Three years of lockdown// This article was part of a workshop exercise. Blog Entry: June 2024 Today the sky is cloudy. The pigeons take a flight off the ground every evening around the same time. Strange, I noticed them only this monsoon after the ground became visible. The blackboard trees stood guarding it…
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Continue reading →: Letter to younger self.You can be me, with happiness or with sadness. Me can be you, with a problem or with a solution. Me & You can be us, just a day prior or someone who still doesn’t exist. Darling Younger Me, I have spent nights gazing at the ceiling and rewinding those million memories,…
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Continue reading →: Everything will be fine.In this last week alone, every day I have received news that confirmed at least one death by the covid 19 virus. A friend’s mother, another friend’s uncle, an acquaintance, an ex-colleague, two of my husband’s colleagues, it goes on and on. Every day one death news. By now each…
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Continue reading →: Shayadप्यार के लिए तरसते हुए हीजान जाएगी शायद.कोई नहीं,आखिर ये जानकिसी काम तो आएगी शायद. सोचा प्यार सबको मिलता हैमुझे भी थोड़ा मिल जाएथोडासा ही,ज्यादा की औकात नाही मेरी शायद. मानो खुदको काबिल भी करलूंतेरे इश्क में शायरी भी करलूंउस खुदाके नग्मे भी गालूंजिसके तू सदके करता हैंफिर भी हमें…
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Continue reading →: LoveFor me, love looks like a Disney dream,where you seal the deal in the very first cute meet. Gestures can occasionally be random and grand while the other times its just walking in a moonlit park,holding hands. Weirdly love is so so deceptive,you look for it around the globeOnly to…
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