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Nut case
Nut caseSunken eyes, ghostly pallor in placeMy body shrieks, protests and groansDemons dance in a beautiful headSafest place, then, seems the bed.Will it help to obscure my face?The voices cackle, “But you’re a nutcase!”I cover my ears, dig my nails in deepBlankets unto my chin I dragTurn off the lights and shut the blindsNot a brief respite, nor rest I find.My heart pumps so, it’s running a…
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Kaali… a tribute to the fierce feminine
My tribute to Kaali, the fearless.
Eyes filled with rage and vengeance, she approaches. Darker than the darkest of nights. Her blood-curdling war-cry fills the air. Chills and shivers are felt all around Her matted locks swing ominously, like hissing snakes in her dark hair. She is Kaali, the inky black night She is Kaali, disrobed and unadorned Except for the skull necklace that dances on her chest, And a tiger skin draped…
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Shades of Love~ [Poem]
Image by Valentin from Pixabay Love is coloured white when the lily is in bloom Pure, as the face of the teenage girl Who has trusted her male friend tonight Her faith is untainted, oblivious to clouds that loom Love is white as the lily in bloom. Love is black like the starry sky Velvety and smooth, diamond-studded, It is the velvet of a mother’s smile as she runs her fingers through her…
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Heart to Heart..
The lights were getting dimmer and the air was like a naughty, playful pup— constantly nipping at my heels. A few people were walking hurriedly past, their jackets zippered all the way up to their chins. “It’s just the start of November,” I heard someone’s annoyed voice as he held his lady close. “This chill… and the drizzle, to add to the gloom! Couldn’t you just find a better place?” “C’mon!…
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Contemplation
Heartbreaks can be forgotten, but humiliation...? Revenge, as they say, is best served cold.
“Hey Meera! Good to see you again!” The unnecessarily loud voice gave me a jolt in the pin-drop silence of the reading room in the neighborhood public library. As the college student next to me tut-tutted in annoyance and threw me a ‘You gotta be kidding me!’ look, I found it difficult not to roll my eyes at him. I was not the one who had yelled, right? By now, almost everyone in the room was…
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This is my friendship journey and memories of times spent with friends who are so much more than just friends. They are annoying gits and staunch supporters, embarrassment mechanisms and secret keepers.
The cold was almost suffocating, stinging like a vengeful scorpion as the skies darkened. I sat huddled on my bed, protected by layers of warm blankets when something warm, no, something hot pressed against my arm briefly and I looked up. Tanisha was smiling at me, a giant mug of smoking tea in her hands. ‘Ahh!’ I sighed in anticipation, relishing the fragrance of the strong brew. The cardamoms,…
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Four Women and a Bottle of Vodka
A candid look at how friendships evolve, surviving the fights, tears and complaints, cherishing the treasured moments. A strong, sincere bond.
Ch: 4 Eyes, spice and untold lies. The afternoon sun was getting ready to set earlier than I thought it would. The surroundings fell silent with the advent of the evening and along with it, the biting cold. As I stood on the tiny balcony overlooking the ribbon-like strip of road that led to the not-so-faraway Himalayan foothills, I longed to be back home, savoring a hot cup of coffee or enjoying…
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The Inability to Give
The Inability to Give
[Exploring Narcissism – 1] From experience, narcissists abound the earth we walk on. Their superpower is, according to me, being able to read our needs accurately. Let’s admit it, we are all needy in various degrees. We crave true love, meaningful relationships, sexual contentment, money, social standing, respect, emotional security, financial gains etc. etc. The list goes on and on. Narcissists…
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Four Women and a Bottle of Vodka.
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Ch 3: Hot and Cold. Thankfully, we had reached the inn at which we were staying. Although I was sure the distance could not have been more than a fifteen-minute jog. I was panting and puffing like an old steam engine. Once again, I was reminded of my doctor’s words at my last check-up. The wizened old doc had insisted that I start an exercise regimen ASAP and with all seriousness if I wished to…
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Four Women and a Bottle of Vodka
Four Women and a Bottle of Vodka
Ch 2: The fall wasn’t all! We began marching towards the hotel from where we would board the tour bus. ‘Marching’ because a freezing wind was blowing the clouds about and chilling us to the bone. The ‘march’, however, was doing little to keep us warm. I buried my gloved-hands deeper into the pockets of my woollen long coat, thankful that I had brought the heavy thing along. Not that I had ever…
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Four Women and a Bottle of Vodka
Four Women and a Bottle of Vodka
Ch 2: The fall wasn’t all! We began marching towards the hotel from where we would board the tour bus. ‘Marching’ because a freezing wind was blowing the clouds about and chilling us to the bone. The ‘march’, however, was doing little to keep us warm. I buried my gloved-hands deeper into the pockets of my woollen long coat, thankful that I had brought the heavy thing along. Not that I had ever…
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Four Women and a Bottle of Vodka.
Four Women and a Bottle of Vodka.
Ch: 1 Introductions. I opened my eyes and the moment was gone. Perhaps forever. My friend, albeit deceased, was standing right next to the bed where I was asleep. The dream had been so vivid that I could feel her smile within me even after I was wide awake. Even in my dream, I remember feeling surprised that she had made the trip. All the way to this remote hill station in India. But then, why…
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WAIT - "WAIT!" (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/750864456-wait?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Joyeenagc&wp_originator=j5vKgEgA9dvW2GzO8%2FNEmKqdpOWlm%2FIYkAg1IZDFkVmiuNuh8dGdvzitkVaY9TbgczWNXGAtd5jwpswI9t0v0e2vyU5%2BnG7WUNebN6LyQXJqiMOX6PRpSfUKeSemV5cV This story talks about an unexpected meeting between a prejudiced British journalist and a young woman from a village in Southern India. This is about human emotions of respect and perhaps love too, which goes beyond the boundaries of culture, nationality and Language.
A soul-warming story about human emotions..