Today, I remembered my pet tortoises from childhood - Toto 1 and Toto 2. Toto 1 lived in a tub of water and ate boiled rice. I said bye to...
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I started writing because I used to be a painfully shy kid who found it difficult to speak. I remember being asked questions by adults...
A ‘Dear Diary’ post after ages… Just because… I woke up at 4 am today. Left one home at 5:30, and entered another at 7. Stepped...
Alexandria. I think that’s where we’ll finally meet again. My brown skin caressed with various shades of white, silver gleaming on my ...
The photograph of you and me And everything else that didn’t Belong to either you or me The things upon the windowsill The cob...
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