Category: Creative Pieces
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Escaping Daily Stresses + Fourth Wing Review
Hello, people! Hope you all are doing well. I’ve been busy lately working on some projects, but I don’t want to bore you with the details. Today, I’m here with a reflection and a book review! It’s been a while since I’ve chit-chatted on the blog, so let’s dive right in. Although I’ve been busy,…
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Longing
I saw you yesterday, in the parking lot, You looked as beautiful as ever. Your hair still is the darkest shade of brown, Your eyes dull the shine of amber. You were talking, smiling over a call, And I lost all of myself in that moment. I felt a longing, tugging at my heart, Urging…
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Summer
I pressed the record button on the voice recorder on my phone. “Anytime you feel ready, Miss Morrison, you can start speaking,” I said. Miss Morrison sat still. Her wrinkles were more prominent now that she had grown older. She let out a deep sigh and began speaking. “Summer was my granddaughter. Just like the…
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Resemblance
I felt a pat on my back as I sipped my espresso. I turned around to see a woman, probably as old as a college student staring at me. She had hazel-brown eyes that looked tense. “Excuse me, Sir, I think our tickets got interchanged at the counter. This is probably yours. I was just…
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Other Life
“How’s she doing?” “She’s doing well. I don’t think she needs me anymore,” I said. She stayed quiet. I couldn’t resist myself anymore. “Did he hurt you again?” She kept stirring the tea in her saucepan and didn’t answer my question. “You can always choose another life, you know? You don’t have to go through…
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The Forest’s Child
She could hear the footsteps. Less than a mile away, drowsy and heavy steps. Not a man’s. I wouldn’t reach even if I run fast. She heard ragged breaths. Someone was putting up a fight. Impressive. Her hands shivered. She could now hear two breaths. One shallow, almost inaudible, and the other heavy, could be…
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A Bundle of Joy
“Ma’am, your child has drug resistant tuberculosis. We will try our best but you have to understand that at this point of time, nothing is in our hands.” I kept recalling the doctor’s words. It felt like it was a nightmare. Nidhi had tuberculosis. Moreover, today, the doctor had said it was too late, but…
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Dying for Love
I looked at her. Same place, same position, same look. Her lean body perched on the bench, eyes searching for something in the skies above and lips moving as if she’s singing a song. I have spotted a lonely tear trickle down her cheek once or twice before, but most of the time, she looks…
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That Closed Chapter
His ConfessionThe bus came to a screeching halt as a small puppy was crossing the road. We all were dancing like mad and couldn’t see this sudden stop coming, and thus, we all fell on each other! She stood dangerously close to the door and, on an impulse, I held her hand and pulled her…
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That Girl
She wore the kajal in her eyes, the jhumka in her ears. She neatly secured her saree pleats with a safety-pin. She looked beautiful. Or atleast, she thought so. She went out from her room into the living room and found her Dad watching her, his expression evidently boosting her confidence. “You look good,” he…
Sweven 