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How did we reach here? Evoking the jiffy where it all unfolded, when I first shared an exceedingly personal incident of my life with you and the following month, while revealing the skeletons in your closet, you asked about me being so comfortable in sharing something so private, something that made me so vulnerable at …
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The last I got a glimpse through the ICU door, he was being resuscitated. The strongest person of my life, the Herculean build, lay all vulnerable at the hands of destiny. I could hear nothing standing there in the hospital corridor, besides my mother's utter cries of her crumbling life that were not reaching his …
I want you to feel what you made me feel. I want you to go through the same pain and suffering, but I am not capable of inflicting such atrocities. If I were, I wouldn't have been a victim of yours, all by myself.
Sitting alone by the gate, a thought from far away land of anxiety wandered into his mind. It was rather a notion of reality which he succumbed to, or an ailment he'll rather not wish anyone to submerge in. It had been a quiet morning for him as he took a day off from his …
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The most melodramatic episodes of comedy, fantasy, love and even heartbreaks are portrayed along with a divine creation called "best friend". They are a warehouse of mischief, hiding an ocean of our secrets. When we're in agony, they suffer with us. When we're happy, they share it with us. When we're in trouble, they recite …
Have you ever been bothered by the endless repetition of apothegm, "If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die" ? Have you felt the whimsical farrago of passiveness that corrode away your susceptibility towards predilection? A writer, particularly the one who is falling hard in love, is subjected to an endless, …
I had never seen him like that. He was lost, vulnerable and at his lowest. I know what being in a crater feels like, but he was caught up in a fissure. It wasn't just underneath and dark, it was narrow and suffocating as well. They say there's light at the end of the tunnel. …
In a paradigm where verisimilitudinous speculations inherit mounting maxima, the preposterous vision is profoundly condemned. The belligerent encounters of heart with mind sever the functioning of all the factions of the human brain and heart. Over the past few weeks, I've been pervading into the monstrous dolors of dereliction. I've been told that I'm a …
