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  • 10 Cups of Creativity: A Forgotten Reminder

    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 […]

  • Ladders Never Touch Mud

    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 […]

  • Today Ain’t My Day

    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. […]

  • The Echo of Discourse

    The Echo of Discourse

    It lingers still,those fractured frames of memory,etched in the static of my thoughts.Your cursed cryptic wordsencrypted, fragmented, staying alive in me… Through me…still haunt the algorithm of my discourse. Some nights,the void stares back harder,a black hole swallowing the lastof my certainties.But I know,it’s just my past reflection fracturing,a glitch in my solitude. How often […]

  • December Newsletter

    December Newsletter

    The year-end newsletter expresses gratitude for 2024, announces a blog revamp with the Twenty Twenty Five theme, and wishes everyone happiness in 2025.

  • Reclaiming My Garden

    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 […]

  • October Newsletter

    October Newsletter

    The October newsletter of A Solivagant’s Shoes is here, celebrating five remarkable years! Readers are invited to engage by guessing a mystery quote and sharing feedback. Your continued support enriches this journey, making each edition a heartfelt connection. Dive in and enjoy the latest updates from the blogger!