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Hope. Joy.. Feelings cloaked as words.

Decisions. Dilemma.

Hands trembling, legs quivering, my subcutaneous layer was still raging with the lingering sensation of the burning pit of rubble. The mask felt heavy against my head, I removed it, sweat poured out unto the cold hard ground concocted with... Continue Reading →

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Died.

Static, after work, no one seemed to care about me, my phone was left with no notifications, I had nobody to go to, I could only go home and rest for the next day's routine. It had been the same... Continue Reading →

When Breath Becomes Air by Paul Kalanithi (Book Review)

Gravitating into the life of Paul- the author and the story of the book, I experienced how is it to be him, being in his shoes for about 200 pages and getting off after that. That experience is intriguing and... Continue Reading →

Love-Hate Relationship With Poems

Have you ever wondered how can those books with only a few lines on each page become the best-seller around the globe? Have you ever wondered how can blogs with only poems thrive better than those with a diversity of... Continue Reading →

Stewards

Routine, Hustling and bustling, Wake up- tired, Live- survive, Sleep- dreamless, Repeat. Everything seemed alright, Simply contended with everything, Life is smooth sailing, I am living the desired life. All is good, Nothing needs to be done at all. Why... Continue Reading →

A Letter to Self

To me: Nearly two years since that day I made that promise to myself- to become a better version of me within three years. One more year left for me to ameliorate the broken me into a winged ranger.  But,... Continue Reading →

Blacked Out

Headphones hanging by both of my ears as I took the walk back home in the solemn silence prominent in the air, tucked both my hands into my sweater's front pocket being in this frigid weather. My ears were turning... Continue Reading →

My Journey With Music

Tapping my feet to the rhythm, pacing my body slightly back and forth to the beat, this is how my body reacts to music. This particular thing that I have with music is innate, I just could not stop myself... Continue Reading →

I Murdered Myself

Doing this, Rushing that, Slowly losing myself Into conforming with the harsh reality. Rushing this, Completing that, Have I really ever achieved anything? When did I last reflected upon myself? Long time ago, Not so long, I was ambitious, daring,... Continue Reading →

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