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Tryangle
Read more: TryangleThe morning was hot and the bed sheets were wet because they were grounds for athletic intercourse between a starved girl and a bad guy.
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The Hope That I Lost.
Read more: The Hope That I Lost.You don’t know how much I wish to talk to someone. Those words that only I can hear, those feelings that only I can feel, those emotions that only I know exists; I wish to share them with someone.
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You And I.
Read more: You And I.You and I, cocksure each other of being equally enough, You and I, entrusting each other of our deep immense love. You and I, ignoring the world and it’s enormous desires…
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Grief
Read more: GriefThis six lettered word holds a hundred shades of blue and grey in it, and though we despise connecting with it and term it as a negative feeling, we don’t let anyone take it away from us.
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A hand through flames and waves.
Read more: A hand through flames and waves.The story of how the aspirations of a young mechanical engineering student towards a change brought about a wave of youths coming together to become one for welfare.
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Self Compassion
Read more: Self CompassionToday we will be talking about self-compassion. Firstly, we have to understand what compassion is? Compassion is the emotion one experiences when feeling concern for another’s suffering and desiring to enhance that individual’s welfare.
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Retraction Of Our Separation
Read more: Retraction Of Our SeparationLooking back at the bench we sat, Your lips curved at my silly words. The voice which remembered me for so long, To be called by you, my name as I turn.
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सफर
Read more: सफरइक सफर गाड़ी की अगली सीट पे आगे बैठ मैं सब कुछ पीछे छोड़ता जा हु, सोचता हूं क्या कभी दुबारा मिल पाएंगी ये चीज़े जो आंखों से ओझल होती जा रही हैं ।।
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Reel Or Real?
Read more: Reel Or Real?Just five more minutes and I will be studying; just five more minutes and I will start working; just five more minutes and I will do that work, and it’s always five or ten more minutes.
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Like A Mirror
Read more: Like A MirrorI wish to lie. just like a mirror. So sleek, showing glimpses…
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The Unanswered Question
Read more: The Unanswered QuestionIs it about finding my own tribe? Or is it about mixing with the tribe around me? A question that is impatiently waiting to be answered, Why am I not able to blend in even after my constant efforts? Is there something wrong with the way I am?
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How’d you hold up?
Read more: How’d you hold up?How’d you hold up when you don’t see the road ahead? Resilience, the mother of all trying times, He holds your hand through the day and pats your back through the night. Even when you lie awake. Even when you cry while you pray. The world wouldn’t know,

