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Perhaps, the golden rule of all things writing is this. Word upon word, you build that castle and then wander around in it leisurely, wallowing in the sweet fruits of your hard work and revel in the abundance of satisfaction. On those bad days, just remind yourself this – you’ve got just one word to…
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cut me open there’s no blood left to spill veins will only squirt dejected hopes rip me limb to limb only words will tumble forth stories waiting to escape will find their way out to the hearts of those who doubted disbelieved and when I am dead my parodies will sing for me because in…
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Happy Monday, readers. It is two months already that dad left me alone in the abyss of this world. It seems like years and at the same time no time at all. Funny how it feels! I am trying to drag myself up the lowest rungs of life right now. Writing is the rope I’m…
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It should have been a perfect day. Only it wasn’t. It should have been a romantic night. Only it wasn’t. After all, all couples fight, isn’t it? What’s the big deal? So what, if it’s an anniversary or a birthday or any damn effing day? Why should it be any different? One can start a…
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The girl gripped her mother’s finger as the mother started narrating the story. “Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Forrest…” Her little girl of four loved horror tales. She was surprised that the girl felt no fear listening to creepy tales that would generally freak out kids that age. Mothers resort…
Read MoreShe read books. Devoured the words. Let sentences consume her. Drowned in the writer’s thoughts, she experienced a liberation she long sought. ♥ She read books. Wallowed in their magic. Allowed the stories to fill the gaping holes. And heal scars the world her branded upon her soul. ♥ But more than anything, she read…
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She daydreams about the handsome princes and knights in shining armor the queens in glorious gowns and castles with secrets galore ♥ She’s mesmerized by the magic conjured by wands by the beauty of invisibility cloaks by cursed rings, poisoned apples, the elves, hobbits, and dwarfs ♥ Her world lies between the pages filled with…
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Long did she stare at the books Beyond the shiny glass doors Reluctant to enter those massive aisles Not capable of holding herself back From stealing a copy or two Wishing for the umpteenth time She had the money to buy a few ♥ The last time, she’d entered the shop She’d glanced around furtively picking…
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What are you afraid of? What’s stopping you? Some pages are better torn off and some meant to be burnt. But don’t you stop me, baby, allow me to fix you back. ♥ Walk right by my side, I’ll heal those scars and take away the pain. Cast your reservations aside. Baby, open the door, allow…
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little things like secrets, like stories are bearers of poignant memories of sobs and smiles long lost in the sands of time ♥ little things like secrets, like stories they make home and stay forever in some forgotten corner of the mind waiting to be sought and celebrated like those broken toys now left untouched, uncared in some unattended, undisturbed corner in the attic gathering dust and what not…
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her world shrinks as faces cease to exist days lack brightness nights miss the glow walks become rambles blank are the thoughts no place is desirable just she and herself behind shut doors are windows closed and the solitary corner beckoning her not a speck of light in the gloomy room except a flickering lamp at…
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Asha Seth 