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IMAGE CREDIT- MY MOST AWESOME SISTER ISHANI, A BUDDING ARTIST EAGER TO SHARE HER WORK I found a stone which was lifelessSo I decided to bid it farewellI said goodbye and sung it prayers and buried it in soilSo that it could rest in peaceAnd find a new life after mixing with the soilAnd becoming… Continue reading Start over
Right now, I don’t need to count sheep I don’t need sleep I don’t need wifi I don’t need your reply Right now, I don’t need fresh air I don’t need any care I don’t need chocolate or coffee I don’t need supper or tea Right now, I don’t need a break (a KitKat might… Continue reading What do I need?
"There's an old spirit that occupies the mansion down the Hopperfily lane. Don't even look up at the house or you will be possessed by that bloodthirsty ghost who had been wronged in his youth, being throttled to death by a friend in order to seize the mansion. The friend died soon after since the… Continue reading A Night to Remember
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*Ding Dong* "New arrival. Please proceed to the nearest entrance on your left." He opened his eyes and followed the instructions. The entrance led to a crowd of grey haired fellows carrying around baskets as swiftly as teens. An old woman in a baseball hat and an intimidating shade of lipstick approached him. "Newbie, here's… Continue reading Overkilled
Mom, when I have needed it You've always lent an ear. Given me a hand Lent your shoulder And given me a smile Since I'm the apple of your eyes And you are mine We've put together our brains More than once to come to great ends What if we put our together hearts? If… Continue reading One and a Half Hearts
I love this text on a brand new draft. It welcomes the countless possibilities that could fill this page. Talking about writing, I have realized that I have never really told you how I came to love writing. I never intended to write. I loved to read. Well, I think I inherited my love for… Continue reading Why I write
I enjoy watching the windmills. They look so surreal and calming. Sometimes when I am unable to sleep, I think about them rotating pensively, and I close my eyes to be taken many miles away in my car passing by the windmills, which generously blow me a kiss that ruffles my hair through the open… Continue reading Windmills
The darkness of winter awaits the spring. A lone bird waits to take flight at the opportune moment. I watch it with eager eyes from my bedroom window. 2020 has been quite an eventful year for not just me, but everyone. It is the year which will be spoken of often in times to come… Continue reading Au revoir 2020 (hoping we never meet again)
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