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For The Love of Colour
Here’s a short story for you. Do let me know what you make of it. Don’t be too harsh, though, dear reader! —————————————————————————————————————————————- Dai was in a hurry that day. She had to go to...
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Sehnsucht
We live in a place where summer melts into either more-summer or less-summer. In a place like this, when winter begins to approach, it is forgivable to want to celebrate your soul out. Especially when...
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Wrong Combination
I was struggling to find a story for this week, when, while rummaging through what I’d already written, I found the story I wrote with a lot of heart. I write all stories with a lot of heart, but this...
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Being Enid. Or Jane. Or Becoming Just Me
Image courtesy: zazzle.com “I haven’t any right to criticise books, and I don’t do it except when I hate them. I often want to criticise Jane Austen, but her books madden me so that I can’t conceal my...
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Office Romance
She got up this morning, awash with broken dreams. Letting her hair down was a choice she made yesterday. Jabbing her mobile phone in the handbag, deliberating schemes. “I must get over him now. Or,...
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The Curious Case of a Half-Used Bar of Soap
The day was milky-white with all the fog. Dia woke up, rubbing her eyes, shrugging off the mists around her wheel’s cog. D.J. was still asleep next to her, He had had one too many, and would wake up...
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Publishing a book — the untold technical side
Dear Reader, I published a book two days back. While I secretly (and sometimes publicly) gloat over this mild accomplishment, let me tell you it isn’t mild at all. First, when you are absolutely new to...
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Getting there, feeling woozy.
My head twirls along with the winds that harken new times. Times of newness, times with old things. * Protect myself from my own lacking. Divide myself, and then pick every piece to multiply my being....
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And so she found her shine
Little Aster was a tiny being in a world of big, imposing ones. She often hopped and skipped from flower to flower, petal to petal because this is what she did best. Today, however, she was sitting...
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So Rests a Lover
Maths was never my strong point, so I do not know anything much about the Fibonacci series, except that nature has magically created this world, using it as a delectable condiment. Regardless, I am...
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Pillows and Cushions. And Smooth Turtles, too.
It didn’t teach me much, the education. At least not the kind I went to school and college for. The education outside of these fixed institutions stays with me, and makes learning such a sweet pain, it...
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The Art of Tasting Buds
Words spill out before actions do. That’s what happens when you are me. I am planning a book. And because of it, two things will happen. 1. I shall sate my urge of writing by writing the book. And if,...
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Jumpy finds more wisdom
“I’m alive, I’m alive!” cried Squishy, the frog from the pond next to little Aster and Jumpy. “How very splendid,” remarked Jumpy, rubbing his grasshopper arms in visible delight. “Did you just find...
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Love.
An Elfchen to remind that it is, after all, love that makes you do things and not do things. * Build. Breathe easy. Breathe so deep. Swing life around life. Opportunity. * * * For those, who do not...
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Between Professions
The crisis in the middle of life of finding out that you haven’t really found what you were meant to do has a distinct fascination for me. The idea of a person spending their life doing what they are...
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A Wilting Rose
* * * ‘Haps You’d smile. Or, ‘haps frown. Whatever, then. But pray do see more. See colours turned to earth. Ever keen, giving birth. Watch as I wilt, never bowing. Ere you forget, I radiated once....
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Hoping
This poem below is not new to me. I read it more than a decade ago, and enjoyed it immensely. I still do. Since I’ve begun to fancy myself as a poet sometimes, I’ve even begun to want to write a...
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Redemption
********************** * You came while I was just leaving. You touched, and back I came. I love this trick we’re weaving. I could love it with no shame. ~ Wake me up, or don’t. Shake me, I know you...
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Silly Wishes
Here now, they approach. Progressive, challenging days. Were I more equipped…
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Of Being a Mother
* Picking up little bundles Of love and happy sounds. Being loveliness within. Knowing that life surrounds. * Getting weary, being dry. Getting filled at once, With just a shy~bold touch. Mother,...
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