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Unnoticed

Once upon a time there was a small diya that sat on the edge of a table in a fancy store, waiting for someone to pick him up. He looked at every customer that came looking for a diya. But no one noticed him. Everyone looked at the huge majestic ones that were painted and…

The story of a dandoline

I was a dandoline flower on a cliff. Simple, light and white was I and with a grace i stood there swaying to the slightest breeze. Far from the blurry horizon came a lady with brown hair that was shiny as the silk and a pale skin that looked soft like the clouds. May be…

The angel inside

Stella was a stressed out woman. All her life, it was about responsibilities and duties. She was taught never to dissapoint and so she did her all for the same. From work to home and pleasure to priorities, she never fell behind her duties. Her close to perfectional attitute even impressed many. While she was…

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No strings attatched

I was born alone like you and everybody, Though survival was my first instict, i was shown another priority, Privilaged to be born as a human, survival was a priority that was already taken care of So now it was about something beyond survival and alien to me. Emotions, dignity, respect, intergrity and other new…

A PAINED HEART

I was a droplet of water living in the sea, Frolicking through the waves passing me, Blushing at the cold breeze that scuttle away, Giggling every time it touches me. I swam with the fishes and jumped with the dolphins, Plunging myself deeper into the sea, But every time, the waters pushed me back, Murmuring,…

INCOMPLETE LOVE

I am a ball of fire, living up in the sky. I am called the sun, as I always shine. I rise from the mountains and sets into the seas, And throughout the day I touch all gazing me. Since the time I remember, I did the same, It was rising and setting and shining…

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Is cheating justifiable?

A few days ago, i did a poll on my instagram story, which asked ” If you would forgive if your partner cheated on you ?” And the result was very interesting. Among the votes i received, all the men voted for ” yes they would forgive”, while women replied ” no they wouldnt”. I…

A longing lonely heart

Gaya was a beautiful girl who was born with a romantic heart. Her heart reflected in the way she looked and the world fancied romancing her. Though, to the world, romancing was lust, to her romance was the delicacy in anything beautiful. She enjoyed the simplest things in life and was surprised to how the…

The hidden tears

Kurumbi was a tribal lady who lived in the forest of Shambavi forest. It was during the British rule, where the indians were considered slaves. Unlike the other tribals, Kurumbi never preferred the cities. Ofcourse the cities were convenient but was wrong according to Kurumbi. The idea of harming the nature for convenience, was just…

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