Poems
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(Photo: Bled Lake, Slovenia) The travel bug has always been in my blood, but it was in my twenties that I could finally spread my wings and see what’s out there in this world. As Jane Austen says, “If adventures will not befall a young lady in her own village, she must seek them abroad.”
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When I touched it first,It felt soft and plush.It felt like a warm hugThat I wanted to last forever.I felt it to be delicate,I was careful.I kept it neatly folded In my chest.I brimmed with prideof my treasure,Neatly folded and hiddenIn my chest.Yesterday, I unfolded it,Only to see the creases in its folds.It has lost
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‘It Ends with Us’ was a movie that I was hesitant to watch because I knew the theme would be triggering for me. The never-ending controversies around the movie made me curious enough to watch it on Netflix months after its theatrical release. The movie is an adaptation of Colleen Hoover’s bestselling novel with the
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Last week, I read a random news report in a Malayalam daily about a 19-year-old woman who committed suicide because her husband bullied and shamed her for being dark-complexioned. At first glance, the news did not strike me as anything great, but as I kept reading, the story flashed images of what the woman might
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It was in Class XI that I learned my fully clad body could be deemed as provocative and vulgar by those around me. A teacher asked us girls to wear ‘dupatta’ or shawl moving forth because the boys in my grade are somehow distracted by our bodies. I, an innocent 16-year-old, was suddenly made conscious
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I am an aspiring writer. I would be using this blog as a space for showcasing my journey as a writer. You will find stories, thoughts, memories, opinions, rants and occasionally even poems here! Octavia E. Butler rightly says, “You don’t start out writing good stuff. You start out writing crap and thinking it’s good
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