Stories & Moods
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Do ask me sometime, How it feels to be a solitary soul! This earth has turned richer than earlier, Wind is milder on my face, No failure leaves imprint on my beating heart, Even the thousand miles worth walking on foot, The arms of nature is so cosy and sweet. So do my solitary soul…
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The beginning days of summer are fresh like the first sip of homemade lemonade. This lemonade gets tangier with passing blazing days yet you like to hold the lemonade glass while sitting in your balcony, looking at the orangish sun at the edge. You don’t sip but you can smell the heat mixed with the…
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The heat had come like an outburst of several fire balls. It had been a long tiresome sweaty day. Obviously the upsurge of the temperature increased the flow of salty sweat on the skin of busy creatures. As now it’s evening, I sat with ink and paper in front of the window. The curtain was…
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The sky was hazy, sheer rays of sunlight made the atmosphere opaque. Mild breeze fluffed the lock of hair on my face. My mind was already content; While I refer to the heart only for pumping air. The aroma of burnt sandalwood surprised my nose slightly. My eyes wandered about the source. My eyes quickly…
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A teenage boy who held a new bicycle while sitting in the back of a running vehicle. The bicycle was tied with rope to the iron railings of the vehicle. He was taking it home after buying it from the shop. The boy must be a student of high school grabbed the cycle with all…
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Life reacts sometimes like a desert before it flourishes as tropical rainforest. Keep your cells hydrated with self awareness against the self-doubt heat when it is desert, so you can view the waterfall of self-discovery in tropical woods. By I. H.
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It’s been years, many years apparently. It triggers everytime I step into the bathroom. It appears very punctually most of the days of week when I wipe my body after shower. The slippery floor reminds me that my feet could slip any moment while getting out of the bathroom. My back would hit the floor…