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Sarla Devi, an octogenarian, sprang up from bed with an agility that belied her age. It was 6 in the morning and she hadn’t been sleeping well for the past one week. Her granddaughter had, very helpfully, told her it was a simple case of old age but it wasn’t that. She could feel it…
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This is what you get when you are a Marvel and Tolkien fan, especially after watching Infinity War and reading The Silmarillion. If you want to blame/thank someone for this crossover, you have to find Smithsonian that has a course on edX that teaches you how to make your own superhero comic. This isn’t a…
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There’s a song inside of me waiting to burst free if I could make myself sit down and breathe maybe it would come to me.
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Be still my bleeding heart Be still my weeping soul For not all tears are evil though evil they may seem For they only measure the journey that was, that is and that will be.
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I didn’t know that a word like ‘introvert’ existed for a long time. I was first introduced to this word when I reached college and people started to say I was very ‘reserved,’ not as an accusation to their credit, more as an observation and a surprise because they couldn’t fathom a human existed who…
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Once a year you come like clockwork Leaving me stranded, confused, anchor-less Feeling all feelings of loathing, hatred and anger Which further blocks the channel of creation. Once a year you come to remind me That writing is harder than I had made it out to be That it is better to give up now…
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The silence was in three parts. First was the absence of humans and the noises they inevitably make while shuffling in the house, going about their daily business, knocking into things, knocking over things, announcing their presence at various intervals to ensure the household did not forget. The second was the ambient silence. Where usually…
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