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Suranya

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...Years turn to decades and eras. People come and go. Their stories disappear. They only leave behind wars, and monuments. Or perhaps rarely a puzzle of words in a book. They had done it all. Yet noone told their story. Noone read their tale. Noone knew what their hearts lived and died for. It is then that once you visit the Chitrasal of Taragarh, perhaps one of the pillars whisper to you, an unknown tale. Of love. Romance. Chivalry. Separation. Sacrifice. And Eternity. Listen to the bricks carefully and perhaps your heart too will ache with the love that knew no boundaries... The pictures on the wall by Suranya "Will I ever find love? Be brave to hold on to it?" Her tears gave way to heart ache. She had lost her

...Years turn to decades and eras. People come and go. Their stories disappear. They only leave behind wars, and monuments. Or perhaps rarely a puzzle of words in a book. They had done it all. Yet noone told their story. Noone read their tale. Noone knew what their hearts lived and died for. It is then that once you visit the Chitrasal of Taragarh, perhaps one of the pillars whisper to you, an unknown tale. Of love. Romance. Chivalry. Separation. Sacrifice. And Eternity. Listen to the bricks carefully and perhaps your heart too will ache with the love that knew no boundaries... The pictures on the wall by Suranya "Will I ever find love? Be brave to hold on to it?" Her tears gave way to heart ache. She had lost her

Svetlana Saraswat

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When I come home My sister and mother try to fill my gap-toothed memory  with stories and I watch them rerun the moments I was not a part of and sometimes that makes me wonder if only we could wish lost moments into happening again, (READ FULL POEM IN BIO) Ghorer Baire  Last night  I dreamt of a fight with my mother and I saw myself running away 500 miles on a train, I don’t remember the na

When I come home My sister and mother try to fill my gap-toothed memory  with stories and I watch them rerun the moments I was not a part of and sometimes that makes me wonder if only we could wish lost moments into happening again, (READ FULL POEM IN BIO) Ghorer Baire  Last night  I dreamt of a fight with my mother and I saw myself running away 500 miles on a train, I don’t remember the na

DT-GAMER

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PAIN Pain is like art whose every shade speaks about its intensity. Every hue says alot about the sinking heart and crying soul. Pain is like art and one needs to have a sharp eyes to read the expressions hidden behind the shades of each and every colour. #paintings

PAIN Pain is like art whose every shade speaks about its intensity. Every hue says alot about the sinking heart and crying soul. Pain is like art and one needs to have a sharp eyes to read the expressions hidden behind the shades of each and every colour. #paintings

Muralidharan P

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