creative writing
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I wish to hold your hands once againI don’t recollect how it feltIt felt softer than mine,That’s all I rememberThe last time I saw you,There were tears in your eyes;I averted my eyesLest I would’ve divulged my heartYoung loveIs there a thing as sweet as that?Nothing good conspired out of it,Yet I would do it
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Neon lights, fireworks New year lights up skies To think it’s just another Saturday Is depressing Probably hope is everything humans need New days, new months, new years To begin again Breaking the monotony of everyday After Every 365 days We make merry!
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The whiff of the afternoon breeze brought back memories of bygone days and distant places. Have you ever had that experience? The wind swept me away to a distant memory, an unremarkable Sunday in my life. I was eagerly waiting for my dad to get home with ‘payasam’ (South Indian dessert) which he had promised
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The evening sky has always had an enchanting hold on me as it invokes a strange blend of emotions in my mind. Emotions, that are ineffable and which often fill my heart with unreasoned sadness. The sky had a camouflage of greyish blue and red as the last rays of the sun kissed the earth. The gentle
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