Storytelling
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Ladders Never Touch Mud
The ladder gleams, but never rustsit’s never met the soil. From polished heights, they summon contracted ghosts, specters in suits, hollow hands that sign but never build. Greed wears a tie, apathy seals the deal. We, the handlers, catch the crumbs of their lazy feasttardy briefs, half-baked decks, pixels that scream “we didn’t care.” You never want to call out the rot. You want silence, compliance, a nod that costs us sleep. Are youyou hypocritethe one who preaches excellence while outsourcing mediocrity? They say you’re vile. They whisper bribes. They count the favors you never earned. But a corner of…
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Nothing Can Be Hidden
Two years tomorrow,Since the day we first met.One year, eleven months—A lifetime of regret. You spun your web so carefully,Web with the sharpest blade.It ripped open the fragile mind,While you hid yours instead. I didn’t know your story,Or the shadows in your past.I didn’t know the truth of you—How long could the act last? But fate has a funny way,Of tearing down the lies.One month after you were gone,The truth fell in my eyes. A stranger came and handed me,The pieces of your life.Your history, your family,The chaos and the strife. I saw your youth right in front of my…
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Today Ain’t My Day
The day started with the continuation of my fever that started from Saturday. The head ache… Felt like millions of minions banging hard inside the right side of my head. Hardcore pain. Still, I took some meds, packed my bag and started to work. Like always, pre-planned the tasks to be completed for the day. There was some hurry burry works, waiting to be closed and buried. That’s the primary reason that I didn’t take a sick leave. But… Well well… Day didn’t turn out the way I wanted. Entire day my vision was dark tinted. Felt like my entire…
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A World Without Plastic
If you could un-invent something, what would it be? Without doubt – Plastic. If I had the chance, I would give everything to un-invent plastic. I would journey through the corridors of time to find those people, every single one — who dared to plant the seed of this idea. Though Leo Baekeland is credited with creating the first fully developed plastic, my search wouldn’t stop with him. I’d go further back, peeling through the layers of history to uncover the mind that first envisioned this synthetic curse disguised as innovation. And look where we are now… This so-called marvel…
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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 this pot.Looked neat… Looked clean…Looked spotless… Looked as if it could hold on to the waterI seldom poured in any before.Everything on the outsideWell and fine. She thought, he thought, and I thoughtThe pot is bought.It lays on that table idle.Should I use it to…
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Echoes of Liberation
The one who beheld the true beauty of darkness knows the vanity of the moth. The one who feels the pain of self and the pain of others knows the true depth of suffering. The one who succumbed to the allure of flight has seen the terror of fright. And the one who has nothing to lose is honored with the strength of the fight. The one who felt the depth of affection knows the emptiness it leaves behind. And the one who can sense the soil beneath their feet knows the essence of freedom. If this is what it…
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Falling in Love with Flawed Mangoes
It all started accidentally, one of those moments when you’re not even looking. I was scrolling through Spotify late one evening, lost in the endless sea of suggestions, when I stumbled upon Flawed Mangoes. I didn’t expect much, but something about the name intrigued me. In a world that often expect you and force you to be perfect… I am someone who learnt it’s okay to be flawed. So the name Flawed Mangoes hit a home run right there. I clicked play, and before I knew it, I was falling into a world that felt like it was waiting for…
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Why EST Hilton, is My Go-To Place for Cakes: Review
Cakes invaded our celebrations, transforming traditions. EST Café dazzles with exceptional desserts, but feedback pressure dampens the joy. Worth it, though!
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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 those women out there…Women who deserve those roses,Women who want those rose beds.I burnt the weeds to ashes.“Alone? Didn’t it take too much time?”They asked me…Yes, alone.While the sun rose and set…Fifteen moons passed by…I got drenched in the drizzles,Drizzles that swept from the darkest…
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Group Travel with Strangers: My Experience as the Only Female Solo Traveler
Who knew a solo traveler could thrive among retirees? This unexpected adventure in Thailand uncovered wisdom, surprising connections, and the reality that age is just a number in exploration.
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The Thousand Suns By Linkin Park – That Came To The World Way Ahead Of It’s Time
A Thousand Suns transcends mere music; it embodies a transformative experience, echoing teenage confusion and rebellion. Linkin Park’s artistry captivates with its emotional depth, while Chester Bennington’s haunting voice remains an eternal reminder of resilience and healing.
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Food: The Motivation To Look Forward In Life
What are your favorite types of foods? Introduction: My Love-Hate Relationship with Food As a child, I was the kid who despised food in every form. My mom would often get frustrated with my refusal to eat, and some even thought I was being neglected. The reality, though, was quite the opposite—my mom tried her best. It wasn’t until much later that we discovered I had slight health issues that affected my appetite. With the help of Liv 52, my appetite improved, but my relationship with food was far from normal. I remained a picky eater, carefully choosing veggies and…
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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 pull when loneliness knocks at his door.He says he is never meant to be a mountain person,But he always comes back broken,And leaves like a golden vase, whole again,As if that Mountain is his true home. He says he never loves that Mountain,But he cherishes…
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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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Flickering Flame
Raindrops whisper on my windowpane,Each tear echoed my silent pain.Across the street, a candle’s gentle sway,Teasing shadows, secrets in its play. My heart ignites, an unyielding fire,Seeking sparks in your eyes that never tire.But you? A distant star, aloof and free,Lost in desire’s labyrinth, just like me. Is this life’s cruel jest, our fate to burn?Bright flames in emptiness, thoughts yearn.I watch your play from the shadows afar,A silent spectator, guided by a bizarre. The night holds our breath, rain’s soft refrain,Melancholic melody, our sweet pain.Someday, I’ll unravel this mystery,Tending my flickering flame, a testament to me. Defiance in the…
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Being Weak: Personal Reflection
Weakness is a word that we often associate with our inabilities, negativity, shame, or failure. We tend to avoid it, hide it, or deny it. But what if we could see weakness differently? Weakness has two sides: physical and emotional. I experienced the extremes of both. Physical Weakness The first time I felt physically weak was when I was diagnosed with a health condition that affected my muscles, nerves and bones. I had to undergo several diagnostics, and treatments, and I spent months in the hospital and at home, unable to do the things… Things which I thought were not…
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Escapade to Ramnad & Rameshwaram
Life is unpredictable, like that annoying kid in your neighbourhood who always throws something at you when you least expect it. For me, every month and every day brings a new challenge. Some people say that whatever happens to you is your own doing, but I don’t agree with that. Our life is influenced by both internal and external factors. Sometimes, the decisions of others can affect us in ways we don’t even realize. That’s what happened to me when my colleague quit her job, leaving me alone in a group of three. That’s when I decided to take a…
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