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Sunday morning gloom
This morning, as compared to most other mornings, has been particularly hard. The routine is the same, to wake up and feel extremely guilty. I am supposed to be dead right now…. The ‘Survival of the fittest’ test that all human beings encounter everyday, I was supposed to have failed it last year, October 2019. Continue reading
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Helping Hands
Now you’re at home, 24/7, you really don’t have much to do. Mom asks you to help in the kitchen, or around the house, but you manage to wriggle your way out of it. Sometimes you help, but how much can one engage in an already occupied territory? Netflix, yeah. Prime, sure, why not. Throw Continue reading
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Rumkatha
A special someone, left early today, apparently to meet another certain someone (I overheard this from two people speaking.) Certain someone studies (i guess?) in an educational institution far away from me. Special someone has perhaps gone to woo this certain someone. This aches my heart terribly. Why, Oh dear Special someone! why are you Continue reading
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Storytelling
I have heard a story. A story of a man, who will grab your hand when no one is around and look into your eyes and tell you about certain things that your parents cant provide. Certain feelings, that only outsiders can make you feel. In all this time, the photo of his daughter in Continue reading
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Tejas Ramakrishna
We are in the same class, but are we really in the same class? I write about a classmate I know, but don’t really know. Continue reading
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Where’s my home?
People often tend to be reflections of their hometowns, or so I have heard, in this case, I am a gypsy. I belong no where. I go places, have my fun and run along to the next. Being raised in Dubai, I never really understood the complexities and dangers of the world – it is Continue reading
The personal accompanied by fiction, generous hints of erotica, garnished with the many struggles of being me.
ANIKA ELIZ BABY 