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The fate bleeds…
He playfully ruffles my hair, leans in closer to kiss my forehead but suddenly stops short. I hold his gaze and watch as the ghost of the laugh we just shared gets eclipsed…
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What I like about you?
So yesterday I participated in a WhatsApp “game” where we had to post a status “Say Hi and I will tell what I like about you”. And I wrote things that I like…
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Silence #writephoto
The ocean inspires many things. Here’s my entry for the Weekly Photo Prompt hosted by Sue Vincent. Silence I stood on the edge of ecstasy As you wrapped your arms…
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Timing
They say ‘When the time’s right, things will work out. Trust the timing of your life.’ But what if life has it all wrong? What if what was actually meant to be will…
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नातं तुझं माझं
People ask me why my poems are full of unfulfilled love. Always asking if I am sad, hurt or just incapable of writing anything remotely happy. But I think there’s a certain kind of…
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Colour of my Soul
It’s holi…the festivals of colours! India has always been a riot of colours. There will be very few countries as colourful as India. These vibrant colours are a common thread that ties together the diversity…
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तुझी आठवण..
“There are memories that time does not erase… Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable.”
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Traces
She stood at the window staring out at the vast expanse of the sky. Her eyes reflected the crystal blue canopy. There was not a single trace of the last night’s storm. The…
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Maybe
Love is many things. It’s the thin line that separates black from white and sometimes the seconds pause in the yes and the no. It’s the answer to all the questions and sometimes…
