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….The days get colder, the nights longer, as the year counts its final breaths. December, the receptacle of the leftovers of unrealised dreams, the harbinger of hopes and guilty wishes. The summer has finally bid goodbye but lurks around the corners of misty mornings and exhausted evenings…. ….The careless way the snow fills the overheads…
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Sometimes, I am a writer. Most times, just a dreamer. Sometimes, I am a writer. Most times, just an observer. Sometimes, I am a writer. Most times, just a muser. Sometimes, I am a writer. Most times, just a craver. Sometimes, I am a writer. Most times, just a reader. Sometimes, I am a writer.…
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the trams rush by and people crawl away the crowded streets feel suffocated a blast of smoke erupts from a bike’s rear end and the dried leaves licking dust slither away under the scorching sun a desolate urchin bored of neglect huddles at the corner finds a glob of spittle catch his interest and draws in…
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People, stop writing about how blogging is great, how good people are to you, just how much you love writing… STOP! STOP! STOP! We know you care for the word. All of us do. And that’s why we’re here. That’s why YOU are here. But why, in the name of all that’s good, harp on…
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What’s it about Christmas that makes me secretly so happy inside? Why do I feel like you feel on a reunion with an old friend? That’s because, of all festivals, Christmas is a favorite. And here’s why. Celebrations of Diwali, Holi and most other Indian festivals entail merry-making along-side creating inconsiderate chaos. Bursting firecrackers, blaring…
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Going back in time, I ponder over the last hour. I begin by reading ‘If on a Winter’s Night a Traveller’ because that’s what I am reading presently. At the back of my mind, I’m thinking about what an overrated book ‘Paper Towns’ is. After 18 minutes gone and I know it’s 18 and not…
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Blue is the day so is the air I breathe the sky I look at reflects how I feel ♥ Blue is my heart and the blood in my veins so is the sea that hides what lies far away ~~~~~ Asha Seth
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Work of Wonder by Manu S Kurup Peek into his fascinating world here: https://theprimordialmanu.wordpress.com
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On restless evenings, filled with utter hopelessness, Lying sprawled under the ceiling, weaving mindless fantasies. I wish for the hundredth time, that we crossed paths, someday. And also curious, that if we ever met again, what would it be like? A thousand memories lie scattered on the floor, From that day, when it all ended.…
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No matter where I go, everything seems incomplete without You. It is your absence that constantly weighs my heart down. Without You, a sadness has crept into my heart again. Without You, a loneliness has filled my soul again. These days, I no more recognize myself just like I don’t recognize the world around me.…
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It’s eleven pm in the night while I sit looking out my window, out in the dark hazy night while it’s pouring with an amazing intensity rendering an authentic view. The beauty of the night soothes my tired eyes while I watch the leaves of trees gently sway with the swift winds as though its…
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Asha Seth 