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As a child I was always decent at drawing and painting. I used to take classes and when you’re anywhere below 10 years old, arts and crafts as a hobby and subject are mightily supported by teachers, schools and the curriculum. I stopped a long time back. But not until a conversation with an editor
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Twilight is nigh And I must go To the place that’s mine So I may be whole. All the parts of me That are scattered hither and thither Must come back again For a summons has come.
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My sister will turn 24 soon. And that means she is going through all the things that I went through when I was that age. It also means that I can offer her unique insight into how not to freak out and how to milk this so that she learns her lesson without inconveniencing herself
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I’m dying – let’s get that out of the way right from the outset. And before we go any further, let’s set some ground rules. A. I don’t do pity. I’m dying, get over it, I know I am. B. Don’t start a sentence with ‘have you tried…’ I don’t need no saviour. If the
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It was recess. The corridors were filled with cacophony of students screaming from a sugar rush, teachers trying to maintain some discipline without being overbearing and intermittent slaps and ball dribbling. In the middle of all this noise sat two boys from the sixth grade. They were seeking Radha’s particular brand of expertise to look
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Recently, I took an interview with a writer and filmmaker who compared writing to devotion – saying that any type of art is possible only when you surrender yourself to the art and let it guide you through the process.
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Every time I hit publish on a blog post, I am visited by this bug of checking my stats every five minutes to know how many views, visitors, comments and likes I have got.
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