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Library!

Life’s not always the same! Recently I had visited my house and under the space of my almirah, I found few of the things – random cash given by the relatives, letters to self, coins, and… ..a receipt of membership of Indore’s Central library. Back in 2015 I started my membership because it costed me only Rs 505 for a lifetime to read as many books as I can. That was because I had no money to…

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Sundays were never these beautiful until I found a place where my heart always wanted to be around. People crave for other people, I crave for my own self to save myself for not becoming them. Inhuman. . . I feel like incubating my ideas on the piece of paper when I am around trees. I feel more connected to them. Ever since I've started loving my solitude, I became closer to them. I write about the chirping sound which birds make and make this world a beautiful place, I feel the roots of trees when I am around them for it took years to become this gentle and kind. . . . I appreciate the autumn which took all the leaves away from the trees, but they were standstill, bearing everything until the rain comes and make them better than what they were before. The show me the real meaning of growth. Level-headed. . . I'm at peace having a bunch of papers with me, a pen, a book which has tore my heart apart already, a lighter which helps me to ignite what calms my soul. And inundated with my love, trees. 🌳🍁 #SumitOfficial #Trees #writer https://www.instagram.com/p/B2tt5iDFtug/?igshid=zm9d1tk0yrkg

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Memories of Dark Night!

And that’s completely fine to accept those days when you don’t see a clear sky. It’s fine that you embrace the darkness for a while. There’s a heaviness inside your heart which keeps on eating you. Your little suppressed emotions are being crushed inside. The smile on your face is hiding the pain of your heart. You may be in front of the hundred and thousands of people but there’s something deep…

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“Touch Has Memory” | Prompt #30

“Touch. It is touch that is the deadliest enemy of chastity, loyalty, monogamy, gentility with its codes and conventions and restraints. By touch we are betrayed and betray others … an accidental brushing of shoulders or touching of hands … hands laid on shoulders in a gesture of comfort that lies like a thief, that takes, not gives, that wants, not offers, that awakes, not pacifies. When one…

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"Be Wild; That Is How To Clear The River." | Prompt #28

“Be Wild; That Is How To Clear The River.” | Prompt #28

The river does not flow in polluted, we manage that. The river does not dry up, we block it. If we want to allow it its freedom, we have to allow our ideational lives to be let loose, to stream, letting anything come, initially censoring nothing. That is creative life. It is made up of divine paradox. To create one must be willing to be stone stupid, to sit upon a throne on top of a jackass and…

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"This Window Makes Me Feel Like Singing." | Prompt #14

“This Window Makes Me Feel Like Singing.” | Prompt #14

“Open the window of your heart, and let the spirit speak.” Rumi said it so well that I could resonate myself enough with it until lockdown happened in 2020. I never knew my love for windows that I used to keep on sitting next to the window in my room. There were days when I used to not even go outside the house for so many days but keep myself engaged with pens, journals, papers, books, and…

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Come and hold me tonight! #SumitOfficial #broken #poet (at India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CJ9FWDeMYlo/?igshid=zv262pls5ct8

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Come and hold me tonight! #SumitOfficial #broken #poet (at India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CJ9FWDeMYlo/?igshid=zv262pls5ct8