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“A writer, like an athlete, must ‘train’ every day. What did I do today to keep in ‘form’?”
— Susan Sontag
“What you read is as important as what you write.”
— Margaret Atwood
one rational braincell: there can be more than one task done during the day
all other braincells: you know what, now it’s zero
Today is officially my mom's birthday so can all the people who care reblog this and wish my mom a happy bday :))))
Happy Birthday
“Some days are for falling in love with people, some days are for cities, and some for solitude.”
— Akif Kichloo
“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”
— Maya Angelou
“Speak only when your words are more beautiful than silence.”
— Imam Ali
"I always knew she was like fire
Still, I let myself burn in her heat
Sometimes, she was like water
So I let my soul quench its thirst"
From 'I Lost Me In You' by Anjali Pandey now up on the blog. Read the full piece HERE.
Art by Elizabeth Illustrates
prompt 1613
You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
Killer line
Abandoned
I was crying as the train first passed a station then a bridge and then another station, but my problem remained unheard: afterall i was just a new born, nobody cares about me not even my mother. She is the one thrown me out on this train that carries cargo not even the train that carries people from one place to another. It was all i am for her just a cargo, but i am thankful to her for atleast allowing me to see the light of this world even though it was for a few hours: few hours before i died due to the impact of a food grain sack. It's ironic isn't it the food we eat to survive took my life and the person who is supposed to love me more than anyone in the world abandoned me.