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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 […]
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The Tragic Beauty of Weekends & Leisure Time
In my pursuit of precious freedom, leisure time becomes my sanctuary. I fragment these fleeting moments into rejuvenation, family love, cherished friendships, and growth. Each experience enriches my soul, be it meditative stillness, laughter-filled family moments, or skill-building endeavors. I strive to live fully, embracing life’s beauty without regrets.
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A Break from “Caring What Others Think About Me” and “Me Caring To Much About Others Feelings Over Mine”
The content reflects on the struggle of individuals in prioritizing others’ opinions over their own desires, highlighting how societal pressures can hinder authenticity. The author seeks freedom from these constraints, aiming for a life uninfluenced by external judgments.
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In the eyes of my Dogs
Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved? Being a human has made me lonesome the moment my door of consciousness opened. The human-human connection. The longing to be loved by fellow humans has always been beyond my scope. It’s just a facade. Or should I say a mirage. The love I […]
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Never an Admirer of a Pot
Never an admirer of a pot,Pots on the street or pot on the gallery,Never bothered by its presence either.Pots are of types…The outcome of the clay and the potter.Either sits as a show-off,Speaks with a deformed voice,Or ends up storage of the needs of human kind. I came across one such pot,Never an admirer of […]
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Reclaiming My Garden
I removed the rose beds,Cleared away the weeds,I never wanted them to begin with.There was no one to help,It was just me,With bare hands.I dipped my fingers into the hardened soil,Plucking them one by one.The thorns cut my skin,Blood droplets painting the soil red.I put them in a box,Asked the mailman to send it to […]
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The Mountain’s Whisper – Poem
He says that Mountain never excites him,But he savors the views as he reaches the mountain’s peak.He always says he never love that Mountain,But he feels his best while exploring its thickest terrain,Amidst the echo of murmuring beasts. He says he never falls in love with that Mountain,But he always returns, drawn by an irresistible […]
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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. […]
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For Some, Experiencing Life Close To Death Teaches Self Worth
How do significant life events or the passage of time influence your perspective on life? We are the sum of all the people we met since our birth, all the things we have seen, all the food we ate, all the books we read and most importantly all the experiences we had. Feeling Out of […]

