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DESCRIPTION OF A FADED DREAM
Through the dark silhouette of the wet foggy Vani Vihar street, at the dusk of night, as if some faded dream had lain upon me, I was to be found recklessly wandering about the street with torn clothes and a bruised head. Seeming to be a matter of the very gravest concern, one lady, unhinged…
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WANDERING THROUGH THE NARROW, INTRICATE LANES OF THE BLUE CITY:
As I roam through the narrow lanes of Jodhpur with my mother, my travelling partner in this trip, the images suddenly strike me as though I have been to these lanes before. Reminiscent of even thinner lanes of my home town, Puri, the place brings back memories of driving my scooty through the intricate corridors…
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31-03-2024 So, you like anything that’s long, isn’t it? I know it shouldn’t be too long, otherwise it won’t fit into your system, will it? I mean your mental system, don’t think otherwise. I know you like it average size, kind of medium and soft and equal amount of hard. You like it slow, steady,…
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Through The Vibrant, Lonely Streets of Shillong
Through the vibrant, colourful, energetic streets of Shillong, my feet keep carrying me forward, through the up and down, up and down curvy slopes of this beautiful city in Meghalaya, the land of clouds, a land encompassed by serene blue sky and grey mobile clouds, the ones you see this moment, the next moment they…
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A BLUE OCEAN NAMED MELANCHOLY
Sometimes, I feel like I am floating through this vast ocean called sadness, overdosed with pills of melancholy and desolation. I feel like the sharks inside the ocean are pulling me inward with their sharp teeth. I feel like giving up and end up just being their food, to end this suffering, but I don’t.…
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THE WRITER INSIDE ME (NOW VANISHED):
Through those deep corners of my suppressed and concealed vocabulary, I tried to walk for the one last time, reconciling myself that this would be the last time I would be hanging around in my world of words. But as I started revisiting those labyrinths of unused and misspelled words, a sense of nostalgia hit…
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