I remember back in 2009, I used to be quite active on my blog, making posts almost on a daily basis. It was a time when I also used to read...
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Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
I remember a breakfast table from long ago. There were two mugs of coffee—one green and the other blue; two plates with eggs done sunny-sid...
You know that thing that makes you feel incomplete and uneasy and unwhole? The one that turns the entire world into an insipid rabbit ste...
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...
“Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and ...
It's been 52 years since she died. She was just 30 when she woke up one morning, stuck her head in the oven and turned the gas on. Aft...
Each time I’m about to post something on Facebook, a little voice inside my head begs me to stop. This is because I’m always wary of the...
She flipped back the pages and caught snatches of familiar words and sentences. Art was supposed to imitate life in the annals of the past, ...
I remember when I was 7 or 8, and my life revolved around books, books and more books. With the occasional song and dance thrown in. Apart f...
The world couldn't eat the words I used to write, so I decided to bake instead. Turns out I can't eat my own words either... My wo...
Blogging has been a wonderful refuge for my soul over the past 13 years* ; it's a place I've come to sometimes frequently, some...
A couple of weeks back, I found out that someone had plagiarized something I had written and posted it on her blog. It was copied word for ...
Last evening, as I got bored watching the rain splash relentlessly against my window, I pulled out my notepad and tried to write a poem. I c...
Edited to add: Ideally, I wanted this to be a P.S. at the end of this post but I think this way, no one will miss the point (I hope!). In t...
So I've just received my first ever blog award! Thank you Blue Mist ! I started following your beautiful blog only recently and really l...
What shall we use To fill the empty spaces Where we used to talk? How shall I fill The final places? How shall I complete the wall... - Emp...
Song on my mind - Bang Bang Bang by Tracy Chapman One more day, another slow awakening on a muggy morning and it's that same old craving...
It takes me an entire week to respond to an email sometimes And 10 minutes to write a poem that wasn't even brewing in my head. It takes...
Once, while I was reading the most boring book ever, I couldn't help but wonder what it was that made this guy think his novel would be ...
Get that first line out I tell myself. Once those first few words crawl their horizontal way across that new white screen, it will start to ...
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