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Free writing In caption Pen in my hands,eyes partially shut, ambling around the house in circles,ignoring sharp edge of teapoy, stumbling on a shoe,muttering to mys

Free writing In caption Pen in my hands,eyes partially shut, ambling around the house in circles,ignoring sharp edge of teapoy, stumbling on a shoe,muttering to mys

Chitra Iyer

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Know pain (Captioned) #pennpopcorn #pickaline #pickaline133 I let my pain Walk all over me I watched it ambling like an old man

Know pain (Captioned) #pennpopcorn #pickaline #pickaline133 I let my pain Walk all over me I watched it ambling like an old man

Ramona Singh

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Sea-song i drop slack into the sea, sad violin music playing in my dizzy head

Sea-song i drop slack into the sea, sad violin music playing in my dizzy head

CalmKazi

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Mornings are a ritual. A dog in the alley corner, walks up, looks around scrambles the garbage, grabs a bone and runs away. A kid on the other corner grabs small stones to create his weapons to loot kites through the day. His mother washes her house before taking off to wash the whole neighbourhood's courtyards. A cow ambling in the middle of the alley searches for edible rotis and her child bound in the milkman's stable. I drink tea, sitting back in my balcony, after a healthy workout, waiting for breakfast. The woman enters our house, followed shortly by the kid who uses the garden pathway as his workshop, the cow looks intently as my mother walks out carrying a small bundle of uneaten rotis. The dog is hiding behind the garbage can to jump the cow, soon. I still have to finish my tea, watching as scenes mingle, revealing social animals. #ThumbSizedStories #Ep31 ANIMALS Mornings are a ritual. A dog in the alley corner, walks up, looks around scrambles the garbage, grab

Mornings are a ritual. A dog in the alley corner, walks up, looks around scrambles the garbage, grabs a bone and runs away. A kid on the other corner grabs small stones to create his weapons to loot kites through the day. His mother washes her house before taking off to wash the whole neighbourhood's courtyards. A cow ambling in the middle of the alley searches for edible rotis and her child bound in the milkman's stable. I drink tea, sitting back in my balcony, after a healthy workout, waiting for breakfast. The woman enters our house, followed shortly by the kid who uses the garden pathway as his workshop, the cow looks intently as my mother walks out carrying a small bundle of uneaten rotis. The dog is hiding behind the garbage can to jump the cow, soon. I still have to finish my tea, watching as scenes mingle, revealing social animals. #ThumbSizedStories #Ep31 ANIMALS Mornings are a ritual. A dog in the alley corner, walks up, looks around scrambles the garbage, grab

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//Change// Walking past the dead remains of my innate ability to socialize, my retracing steps veer a little off track. I wonder why the social interactions that dictated so much in my life, taught me techniques to read through people are nothing more than smudges of ink on my dry board eraser. Starting afresh a satisfaction was an aim and now it is a pursuit bringing in every anti-social eccentricity I own, with it. What’s changed is a limit to my perceptions as I judge everyone on a scale of humane emotions they portray. I practice and not preach but still crumple up that paper note enough to lay it down and see how it opens itself on it’s own. In the end, whatever is legible will stick but I can never stop writing the story. There was a time to deal with second hand smoke and feel infinite within walls of subjective judgment thrown at me like a bone to a dog. It is now that I breathe fresh air and see myself. I am ready to take on whatever comes my way, wearing a small half jacket of hope lit inside me as I expect a quotient of my own behaviours from everyone I know. I am ambling in the streets of time, living. #thumbsizedstories #ep41 //Change// Walking past the dead remains of my innate ability to socialize, my retracing steps veer a little off

//Change// Walking past the dead remains of my innate ability to socialize, my retracing steps veer a little off track. I wonder why the social interactions that dictated so much in my life, taught me techniques to read through people are nothing more than smudges of ink on my dry board eraser. Starting afresh a satisfaction was an aim and now it is a pursuit bringing in every anti-social eccentricity I own, with it. What’s changed is a limit to my perceptions as I judge everyone on a scale of humane emotions they portray. I practice and not preach but still crumple up that paper note enough to lay it down and see how it opens itself on it’s own. In the end, whatever is legible will stick but I can never stop writing the story. There was a time to deal with second hand smoke and feel infinite within walls of subjective judgment thrown at me like a bone to a dog. It is now that I breathe fresh air and see myself. I am ready to take on whatever comes my way, wearing a small half jacket of hope lit inside me as I expect a quotient of my own behaviours from everyone I know. I am ambling in the streets of time, living. #thumbsizedstories #ep41 //Change// Walking past the dead remains of my innate ability to socialize, my retracing steps veer a little off

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What if I delineate you a story Of a fairy with long, flowing dress And what if this is not a fairy tale Rather come out as a tale of distress //caption END OF INNOCENCE What if I delineate you a story Of a fairy with long, flowing dress And what if this is not a fairy tale Rather come ou

What if I delineate you a story Of a fairy with long, flowing dress And what if this is not a fairy tale Rather come out as a tale of distress //caption END OF INNOCENCE What if I delineate you a story Of a fairy with long, flowing dress And what if this is not a fairy tale Rather come ou

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'That Museum Night!!' ( caption) The door was locked the rusty door, chained with several chains with a layer of the moonlight when the zephyr blew blowing the dust

'That Museum Night!!' ( caption) The door was locked the rusty door, chained with several chains with a layer of the moonlight when the zephyr blew blowing the dust

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" THE GRAVEYARD'S CLOWN" THE GRAVEYARD'S CLOWN In the dead of the night, in the dark of the graveyard hooting of owls from far away, and a figure kept walking, walk

" THE GRAVEYARD'S CLOWN" THE GRAVEYARD'S CLOWN In the dead of the night, in the dark of the graveyard hooting of owls from far away, and a figure kept walking, walk

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Small steps to success... While ambling on the path, I saw a young chap racing his bike on top speed & showing a sardonic face to me. I had grown old & so referred him as youth, though there was betterment in my old limbs, I continued with my slow pace... // Caption // Small steps to success While ambling on the path, I saw a young chap racing his bike on top speed & showing a sardonic face to me. I had gr

Small steps to success... While ambling on the path, I saw a young chap racing his bike on top speed & showing a sardonic face to me. I had grown old & so referred him as youth, though there was betterment in my old limbs, I continued with my slow pace... // Caption // Small steps to success While ambling on the path, I saw a young chap racing his bike on top speed & showing a sardonic face to me. I had gr

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"Flesh, blood & bone" ( Roles reversed in the caption) " Flesh, blood & bone" And, in a blink of the eye, both of them grasped the Triwizard cup and fell in a graveyard. "Was it a portkey!" Worm

"Flesh, blood & bone" ( Roles reversed in the caption) " Flesh, blood & bone" And, in a blink of the eye, both of them grasped the Triwizard cup and fell in a graveyard. "Was it a portkey!" Worm