memories
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10 Cups of Creativity: A Forgotten Reminder
Found this gem deep in an old folder from my Creative Thinking course. The assignment? “Draw 10 cups.” That’s it. No brief, no model, just 10 different ways to cup.Looking at them now, it’s wild. There’s the cracked, detailed one; the fluffy, blue, on-fire one; the messy scribble one; and the structured grid one. They’re all over the place, and that’s the point. At the time, I was just doing the work, probably stressing about the grade. But the prompt was actually asking: “What does creativity look like to you?” Looking at them now, it’s wild. There’s the cracked, detailed…
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Being the living
It’s always the living that has to carry the brunt left by the dead… It’s always the living that has to live the rest of the life staring that the vacuum left by the dead… It’s always the living that has to pull themselves together and move on… Is that the cost that comes with being the living? –A Solivagant’s Shoes
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The Colors Of Pattaya: A Travel Story from a First-Time Visitor
Pattaya offers more than nightlife; it features stunning temples, clean streets, and rich experiences. The city represents a blend of culture, adventure, and unique culinary delights.
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A Kid with No Soul And Dogs That Were Soulful – Poem
A kid shunned and stoned by peers her age, Her name, a poet’s, who wished a world without outcasting cage.She spoke of kindness, yet was always shunned, But two four-legged angels, her heart they won. In 2007, they met as pups, their destinies intertwined from the start. One dark and beige, with coarse hair tufts. The kindest dog, she grew to be, and the favourite of god indeed… Another a round white fluff, like a polar bear, you see.With one blind eye, she stole her heart. She chose them to give her love so pure, And they returned it threefold,…
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Grandfather
I always want to shut my ears when someone talks about their grandparents, especially their grandfather. Maybe it’s because I don’t have them. That’s what I told myself when I was a kid. Maybe it’s because I couldn’t relate. That’s what I told myself when I was a teenager. Maybe it’s because I couldn’t change the past. That’s what I told myself today. The past me always looked in awe at kids who talked about their grandparents buying them this and that, giving them allowances and hugging them hard, cooking them their favorite dishes, telling them all the random funny…
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Unveiling the Spiritual Essence of Tiruvannamalai: A Reflective Journey
The content details a spiritual journey to Tiruvannamalai, emphasizing the author’s unique spiritual perspective and experiences with the pilgrimage. It touches on the chaos of travel, the scenic route, the power of community, and reflections on post-Covid realities.
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Discovering Chennai Through the Chennai Metro Rail (CMRL): A Solivagant’s Journey
The post discusses two types of public transport enthusiasts: train and bus devotees. The writer shares their love for Chennai Metro Rail and the experiences and lessons learned from traveling alone.
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Unforgettable Darjeeling Trip: A Magical Journey of Discovery
If you’re planning a trip from Chennai to Darjeeling, I’ve got you covered! The journey from Sikkim to Darjeeling is beyond words, and the sunrise at Tiger Hill is absolutely magical. Don’t miss the simple joys like sipping on Darjeeling tea and visiting local markets.
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