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Wine My Muse
Wine burns your lips. If you only kiss it, without really trying to sip it, it will burn into your precious pink lips. So, you must sip it. You must consume it whole, and feel the toxic residue lingering in your mouth, etched into your breath. Funny thing, this wine. It will tempt you as Continue reading
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Paradise Lost Book 9- An ode to Aemelia Lanyer
**The following is my interpretation of a small portion from Paradise Lost Book 9 ** In this portion of John Milton’s Paradise Lost, we see Eve justifying her decision of choosing to eat the forbidden fruit. What fear I then, rather what know to fear Under this ignorance of good and evil, Of God or Continue reading
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Paradise Lost Book 4- The birth of revolution
**The following is my interpretation of a small portion of Paradise Lost Book 4** In the excerpt I have taken, we see Adam talking to Eve about the garden. He is specifically emphasizing the forbidden Tree of Knowledge, informing Eve that they are not to eat from that tree since it would mean death to Continue reading
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A Savarna House, in a Savarna world.
“Caste does not exist in Kerala da.” Continue reading
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To the spy behind my webcam
Every message that I sent To read it he was hell bent. Peering eyes behind a screen Looming all over an anxious teen. Every picture, every text Always wondering, what was next? My first internet friend A personal, private fiend. But I too knew some secret code And so I slipped on incognito mode. Sniggering, Continue reading
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The first crack.
The first rhetorical question that they ask you will form the tiniest crack in your mind. But a crack, nevertheless. And a crack is all it takes. Words don’t need too much space to enter, and so the tiniest words – the ifs, ands, buts, thes, ors, hows and whys will all slowly sneak themselves Continue reading
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In Sickness…
I first met him when he was admitted in the little hospital room buried deep in the corner of the long corridors of Baby Memorial Hospital. I stared at the 50 year old man curled up in fetus position, his bulging eyes stared back at me from the two dark hollows that spread underneath them. Continue reading
The personal accompanied by fiction, generous hints of erotica, garnished with the many struggles of being me.
ANIKA ELIZ BABY 