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Saavn - Dying to live. #notapoem In the pursuit of installing And uninstalling Saavn, I learnt something. I relearned facts and reread Dogmas I ditched. It's been 16 yea

Saavn - Dying to live. #notapoem In the pursuit of installing And uninstalling Saavn, I learnt something. I relearned facts and reread Dogmas I ditched. It's been 16 yea

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[ Recreated in the caption] 🖤🖤 It's been so long since I tried to walk hand in hand with my words, cuddling the tiny palms with the warm kisses of personifications, wa

[ Recreated in the caption] 🖤🖤 It's been so long since I tried to walk hand in hand with my words, cuddling the tiny palms with the warm kisses of personifications, wa

Kajori Parial

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Suddenly after years. You were rushing into the waiting lounge and, On the 2nd floor balcony was I, standing. I couldn't resist to call you by your nickname, I was forbidden to utter again. - Full poem in caption When I saw you again, Suddenly after years. You were rushing into the waiting lounge and, On the 2nd floor balcony was I, standing. I couldn

Suddenly after years. You were rushing into the waiting lounge and, On the 2nd floor balcony was I, standing. I couldn't resist to call you by your nickname, I was forbidden to utter again. - Full poem in caption When I saw you again, Suddenly after years. You were rushing into the waiting lounge and, On the 2nd floor balcony was I, standing. I couldn

Hemalatha G

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My words are trying to seek attention from you. I'm constantly lecturing them on how doltish it is to write about you. Maybe, it's I who needs to be chided first. I'm craving to write on everything you breathed life into. From the broken cookies to cornered trash cans. I want to tell this world, how I flew when you went past me. I want to remind myself, how I squeezed my pal's hand when you looked at me. I'm awful bonkers. I wish I could tell you not to touch these objects, because I want to love them for what they are; not since they bear your fingerprints. I want to tell you that you looked stunning in sleek black shirt rather than the white one. This is what I do. I end up weaving feckless pieces. Pieces, I'll despise to hate for they bear your references. I'm wondering if I'm depending upon your moves. I'm not, am I? My words are trying to seek attention from you. I'm constantly lecturing them on how doltish it is to write about you. Maybe, it's I who nee

My words are trying to seek attention from you. I'm constantly lecturing them on how doltish it is to write about you. Maybe, it's I who needs to be chided first. I'm craving to write on everything you breathed life into. From the broken cookies to cornered trash cans. I want to tell this world, how I flew when you went past me. I want to remind myself, how I squeezed my pal's hand when you looked at me. I'm awful bonkers. I wish I could tell you not to touch these objects, because I want to love them for what they are; not since they bear your fingerprints. I want to tell you that you looked stunning in sleek black shirt rather than the white one. This is what I do. I end up weaving feckless pieces. Pieces, I'll despise to hate for they bear your references. I'm wondering if I'm depending upon your moves. I'm not, am I? My words are trying to seek attention from you. I'm constantly lecturing them on how doltish it is to write about you. Maybe, it's I who nee

Chitra Iyer

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That was my mom's voice from behind me and she seemed angry, real angry. Now, read on in the caption for the rest of the story.. What are you doing in my house? That was my mom's voice from behind me and she seemed angry, real angry. I stood looking at her. Wasn't sh

That was my mom's voice from behind me and she seemed angry, real angry. Now, read on in the caption for the rest of the story.. What are you doing in my house? That was my mom's voice from behind me and she seemed angry, real angry. I stood looking at her. Wasn't sh

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Some memories are highly painful, I always wanted to erase these non pleasant memories from my life. It was in 2012, My guruji had left dance institute unfortunately due to some conflicts with the principal of institute. We disciplines of guruji were feeling orphan because guruji wasn't there to teach us dance. We were in dilemma. My entire group of dance was shifted to some other guruji's class. Our new guru was very famous and senior most at institute. But she never taught a single step by particularly giving focus on each and every student differing from our previous guruji. We had to learn from front line students of her class. For the whole year I was going there to learn dance but unfortunately didn't learn a single step of her style . In Kathak, there are certain gharanas. But every guru has different style of dance inspite of belonging to different or same gharanas. In the end of year there used to be exam both practical as well as theoretical in Kathak also. My new guruji denied me to give exam. Although she was right, I was null and void about her dance style, Though I knew many things of my previous guruji's style. But this severely enraged my father who was asking me↪️ Collab and complete this #shortstory prompt. Feel free to write in any language and as many words. #theletterstory #YourQuoteAndMine Collab

Some memories are highly painful, I always wanted to erase these non pleasant memories from my life. It was in 2012, My guruji had left dance institute unfortunately due to some conflicts with the principal of institute. We disciplines of guruji were feeling orphan because guruji wasn't there to teach us dance. We were in dilemma. My entire group of dance was shifted to some other guruji's class. Our new guru was very famous and senior most at institute. But she never taught a single step by particularly giving focus on each and every student differing from our previous guruji. We had to learn from front line students of her class. For the whole year I was going there to learn dance but unfortunately didn't learn a single step of her style . In Kathak, there are certain gharanas. But every guru has different style of dance inspite of belonging to different or same gharanas. In the end of year there used to be exam both practical as well as theoretical in Kathak also. My new guruji denied me to give exam. Although she was right, I was null and void about her dance style, Though I knew many things of my previous guruji's style. But this severely enraged my father who was asking me↪️ Collab and complete this #shortstory prompt. Feel free to write in any language and as many words. #theletterstory #YourQuoteAndMine Collab

Anuj Jain

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The Roommate The Roommate The universe is not only stranger than we imagine, it's stranger than we can imagine. The morning time is always busy on a sun

The Roommate The Roommate The universe is not only stranger than we imagine, it's stranger than we can imagine. The morning time is always busy on a sun

Melanie Dominick

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NaNoWriMo Chapter 1 Chapter 1 Now What? In the dark alleyways of the worst part of the town, Alex stood out like a sore thumb. Not for the attire - his dark br

NaNoWriMo Chapter 1 Chapter 1 Now What? In the dark alleyways of the worst part of the town, Alex stood out like a sore thumb. Not for the attire - his dark br