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Arpit Singh

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★Recipe of love★ One spoon care One spoon smile One spoon sweetness Two hearts full with joy Two mugs filled with belief Two cups filled by kindness Three tips of forgiveness Three sips of amusement Three caps of loyalty as daily dose Now stir with togetherness Then shake with happiness And lastly feed with liveliness... #recipe#love#Loving_pen_by_arpit #justme(Same mentioned below 👇) #yqbaba#yopowrimo ★Recipe of love★ One spoon care One spoon smile

★Recipe of love★ One spoon care One spoon smile One spoon sweetness Two hearts full with joy Two mugs filled with belief Two cups filled by kindness Three tips of forgiveness Three sips of amusement Three caps of loyalty as daily dose Now stir with togetherness Then shake with happiness And lastly feed with liveliness... #recipe#love#Loving_pen_by_arpit #justme(Same mentioned below 👇) #yqbaba#yopowrimo ★Recipe of love★ One spoon care One spoon smile

Amit Jotwani

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That scorching summer, six months into our marriage, is forever etched in my mind. Scarcity of water in the lakes had compelled the authorities to curtail the water supply by 50%.Ours was an arranged marriage, hence physical intimacy was fleeting & awkward. This lack of touch was getting to me . The water situation got worse, we started receiving supply every alternate day. We were taking bucket baths those days, as showers consumed a lot of water. Since there were only two buckets left to last us through the day, I suggested we shower together to save water. (Continued in caption) Since we were both working, time was at a premium in the mornings. Even though you found my suggestion a bit unnerving at first, you agreed

That scorching summer, six months into our marriage, is forever etched in my mind. Scarcity of water in the lakes had compelled the authorities to curtail the water supply by 50%.Ours was an arranged marriage, hence physical intimacy was fleeting & awkward. This lack of touch was getting to me . The water situation got worse, we started receiving supply every alternate day. We were taking bucket baths those days, as showers consumed a lot of water. Since there were only two buckets left to last us through the day, I suggested we shower together to save water. (Continued in caption) Since we were both working, time was at a premium in the mornings. Even though you found my suggestion a bit unnerving at first, you agreed

Devanshi Dadwal

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The perfect recipe of love! PERFECT RECIPE OF DELICACY: LOVE ❤ I will catch you in my heart's urn, Pour aged love, Freshly concocted passion, Pinch of squabble, Half

The perfect recipe of love! PERFECT RECIPE OF DELICACY: LOVE ❤ I will catch you in my heart's urn, Pour aged love, Freshly concocted passion, Pinch of squabble, Half

Sourajita D

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IT FEELS JUST HOME, LOVE! Anybody who had visit would ask him, "Is this what a home like?" Maybe annoyed of our unkept manners. (FULL POEM IN CAPTION) 🌟27 of 30 IT FEELS JUST HOME, LOVE! Those overflowing laundry baskets, Decreasing ironed clothes in closet. Some crumpled sheets lay down my

IT FEELS JUST HOME, LOVE! Anybody who had visit would ask him, "Is this what a home like?" Maybe annoyed of our unkept manners. (FULL POEM IN CAPTION) 🌟27 of 30 IT FEELS JUST HOME, LOVE! Those overflowing laundry baskets, Decreasing ironed clothes in closet. Some crumpled sheets lay down my

Hemalatha G

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here comes a routine, with a bag full of weather complaints, which are more of "ah, it's already summer" statements, and less of complaints. //My Summer Poem// here comes a routine of squinting at the sky and heaving loaded sighs, counting and debating on how many Suns are hangi

here comes a routine, with a bag full of weather complaints, which are more of "ah, it's already summer" statements, and less of complaints. //My Summer Poem// here comes a routine of squinting at the sky and heaving loaded sighs, counting and debating on how many Suns are hangi

Nishchay Saxena

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It's checking your phone 19 times a day to see their name flashing on your screen .It's putting an Instagram story and hoping they would see

It's checking your phone 19 times a day to see their name flashing on your screen .It's putting an Instagram story and hoping they would see

Shivansh

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Your handkerchiefs lying in left pocket of my every shirt, Your coffee mugs lying on my foremost shelf of kitchen, and most importantly, for the sake of my balcony, Where our minds drive to moon and we our dance on your husky songs... (Read caption ...) Hmm, So the night when you were so busy reading "The rape of lucrece" by Shakespeare, And your eyes were just about to ha

Your handkerchiefs lying in left pocket of my every shirt, Your coffee mugs lying on my foremost shelf of kitchen, and most importantly, for the sake of my balcony, Where our minds drive to moon and we our dance on your husky songs... (Read caption ...) Hmm, So the night when you were so busy reading "The rape of lucrece" by Shakespeare, And your eyes were just about to ha

Hemalatha G

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//Two Extremes, One Fear// (Caption) //Two Extremes, One Fear// 1) An open café, two mugs of Brownie shake-- between the gap dances a conversation. I talk about things I haven'

//Two Extremes, One Fear// (Caption) //Two Extremes, One Fear// 1) An open café, two mugs of Brownie shake-- between the gap dances a conversation. I talk about things I haven'

Aady

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Write about me... //caption// I can still feel the blood rushing in my veins, when you hold my hand, when you call out my name.... It still sounds like thunder when you

Write about me... //caption// I can still feel the blood rushing in my veins, when you hold my hand, when you call out my name.... It still sounds like thunder when you

Devansh Desai

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It takes a few seconds for the blur to settle and become a clearer and sharper image. I am standing barefoot in a park but for some reason I can’t feel the soft blades of the 4-5 inch grass around or under my feet. I rub my feet along the surface of the ground, and that’s when my eyes settle on a head. She’s far away, by the gate of the park tens of feet ahead, but I’d recognize that stance any day. What is she doing in this town? Hadn’t she moved to a whole other state long back? She turns in my direction. I freeze. I’m in a daze. Should I avoid looking in her direction? Should I wave a hand and acknowledge that we’re not strangers? I don’t know if I can handle it if she approaches me. Her head tilts when her eyes fall on me. A sense of familiarity comes through in her and she starts walking in my direction. ‘Shit!’ I want to run but my feet are rooted to the spot. ‘No, no, no, this can’t be real!’ I shout inside. I’m not prepared for this—to talk to or even face her. “Hey there…Dev, right? Remember me?” she gives me her signature finger-dancey hand-waving. The kind that some models do, you know, wiggling each finger simultaneously. WHAT…ON…EARTH?! I…am…stunned. (rest in caption) #shortstory #encounterstory #YoStoWriMo (continued) And this astonishment is much more powerful than all the stun curses ever used in Harr

It takes a few seconds for the blur to settle and become a clearer and sharper image. I am standing barefoot in a park but for some reason I can’t feel the soft blades of the 4-5 inch grass around or under my feet. I rub my feet along the surface of the ground, and that’s when my eyes settle on a head. She’s far away, by the gate of the park tens of feet ahead, but I’d recognize that stance any day. What is she doing in this town? Hadn’t she moved to a whole other state long back? She turns in my direction. I freeze. I’m in a daze. Should I avoid looking in her direction? Should I wave a hand and acknowledge that we’re not strangers? I don’t know if I can handle it if she approaches me. Her head tilts when her eyes fall on me. A sense of familiarity comes through in her and she starts walking in my direction. ‘Shit!’ I want to run but my feet are rooted to the spot. ‘No, no, no, this can’t be real!’ I shout inside. I’m not prepared for this—to talk to or even face her. “Hey there…Dev, right? Remember me?” she gives me her signature finger-dancey hand-waving. The kind that some models do, you know, wiggling each finger simultaneously. WHAT…ON…EARTH?! I…am…stunned. (rest in caption) #shortstory #encounterstory #YoStoWriMo (continued) And this astonishment is much more powerful than all the stun curses ever used in Harr