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I turned 21 this month. I am officially a full time adult and I am so scared of how much life is going to happen in the next 10 years. I am scared and I am struggling. I wonder if you are still allowed to call your mum at all minor inconveniences even after you’re…
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Deliberating what love is on the red couch in my kitchen as my friend cooks dinner He is twenty-six and waiting for his one true loveA clean slate for his wife to paint in any and every shade she likesHe will get marriedHe has imagined an entire life and carefully curated this timeline27: marriage 29:…
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You sent this to me at 4am on the night we broke upWith a painful smile I replied- “I still have your blue shirt”And then I waited.I waited for you to come knocking at my doorFor your blue checkered shirt, but you mever turned up.Maybe it was too uncomfortable outsideMaybe it got coldOr started raining,…
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I love you.Three words, eight letters and a whole lot of subtext.Jackie Shroff once claimed that the word love has not much value;One says I love my mom and then says I love these shoesHow can you feel the same feeling for a pair of Jordans and the woman who gave you life?But Yoko Ono…
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I was about to turn 18 when I got my first tattooMonths and months of thinking, scrolling through the internet for ideasAnd then finally deciding to get one single word tattooedWith each letter in the handwriting of a woman I love, a woman who changed my lifeMy mum, my sister, my teacher and my best…
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“How do I tell my dad I have a yeast infection and the medication is too expensive”A friend said this to me today morning and this got me thinking about dads and their daughters studying abroad. My father and his mom didn’t get along when he was younger; his opinions were too fierce, his tongue…
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I should have walked away when you shook hands with meat a party, everybody was only at to get laidor when you put cinnamon in your tea instead of gingeror when you said you would rather give up alcohol but never quit smokingwhen you fell asleep in my bed at 10:16 pm on a Friday…
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No matter who diesSome distant relative, a friend’s aunt, the old school’s lab assistant, Satish Kaushik or someone random on the internetNo matter how I find out about itAn “om shanti” message on WhatsApp family group, the news app on my phone, mumma’s awkward call or dad’s “please share your deepest condolences with the kids”…
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“It is really simple,you either like me or you don’t” Is it? Is it that simple? Can feelings ever be that simple?How ignorant are those you have managed to simplify feelings intoa mere black and white?How immature. How blind. How childisih.If only love could be quantified,If affection was measured by the number of hugs,Or the…
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He loves me He loves me not He loves me He loves me not He never goes to sleep without saying goodnightHe loves me He is quick to leave once we are done and never stays the nightHe loves me not He knows I need my chamomile tea on anxious daysHe loves me He says…
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