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Discover My Debut Novella: Two Roads One Night
Dear Readers, Over the years, I have passionately written several blogs and short stories. Today, I feel immensely thrilled to introduce My Debut Novella : Two Roads One Night. It’s a journey of into fleeting encounters, unspoken bonds and quiet transformations, when two strangers cross paths one night. Such encounters…
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When Home Becomes A Journey: Living With Dementia
For the past nine years, my mother-in-law has been living with dementia. It started as forgetfulness. Now, it has advanced to a stage where she no longer recognizes space, time, or relationships most of the time. We have always lived together since I got married. Today, she lives with us…
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Happy New Year 2025
Don’t look back, you’ll never go that way, Don’t berate paths crossed till date Grudges, held by the heart enough, now slay, Turn badass, before fears declare, Courage will find you, rise with faith, Hold on to your hopes and keep the pace, You’re unstoppable, let the universe say, Every…
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A Forbidden Red Door
The forbidden red door, opposite her house, always intrigued her. It appeared illuminated some nights, while mostly it stood dark. Who might be there, she’d wonder but wasn’t allowed anywhere nearby, so she’d drift off to sleep. She grew up watching it, until one day, at 16, curiosity getting ahead…
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Got Me?
I float like the deep, purple hyacinths, In serene complacence, by the stream, Drenched, ducking, bobbing through torrents, Never plummeting to the floor beneath Seeking raptures in a pint-sized life, And endless euphoria in growing against force, My joie de vivre is to watch out for, Only a few discern…
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LOVE
In rosy hues, was their pink love flushed, Hearts brimmed with praise, as feelings rushed, Hands held tight, supposedly a wild blue yonder, A dazzling love, so eyeful, seemingly an unparalleled wonder All until, a loud catastrophe broke, Mistrust crawled in and undid the yoke, Today they live, another love…
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Endless Journeys…
A road I chose, led me onto a tightrope, Miles whereon, did I travel, with certain hopes, Knotty it was, at several points, Threatening to break, at enfeebled joints . Aye, lauding myself, for my nonchalant spunk, I kept persevering, revelling in blind triumphs, My sprit indomitable, my legs unstopping,…


