Musical Tip Of The Day for all the Nojoto Singers ! . Drink water to keep your body well hydrated, and avoid alcohol and caffeine. Your voca #tipoftheday #nojotomusic #nojotosingers #musicaltip

The Incomplete Metaphor

Why is it that my silence Screams, but I can’t? My lesions shout, Blemishes cry, and Scars howl. *FULL PIECE IN CAPTION* SPEAK (UP) I often question my silence. Why is it that my silence Screams, but I can’t? My lesions shout, Blemishes cry, and

SPEAK (UP) I often question my silence. Why is it that my silence Screams, but I can’t? My lesions shout, Blemishes cry, and #yqbaba #Collab #YourQuoteAndMine #aestheticthoughts #yqaestheticthoughts #ATquestionmysilence #mortalimmortality

Why is it that my silence
Screams, but I can’t?

My lesions shout,
Blemishes cry, and
Scars howl.

*FULL PIECE IN CAPTION* SPEAK (UP)

I often question my silence.
Why is it that my silence
Screams, but I can’t?

My lesions shout,
Blemishes cry, and

Sahana~

~UNHEARD VOICES What if i was a sound, will you be able to hear the thunders of my agony? //Captioned. — % & The voices that couldn't tune, with the vocal cords in my larynx, flows as tears in my eyes, blending into the air, becoming clouds that

The voices that couldn't tune, with the vocal cords in my larynx, flows as tears in my eyes, blending into the air, becoming clouds that #yqbaba #cinemagraph #unheardvoices #sanamusings

~UNHEARD VOICES
What if i was a sound, will you be able to hear the thunders of my agony?

//Captioned.

— % &

The voices that couldn't tune,
with the vocal cords in my larynx,
flows as tears in my eyes,
blending into the air, becoming clouds that

Grishma Doshi

Reunion After 30 years, it is the first reunion for the commerce batch of 1987-1989 of Sita Kanya Vidyalaya. It was the number one girls' school in the city at that time and having the same status today. Most of the students of that batch are settled in life. Some of them became a housewife and some homemaker. Few of them somehow managed to have a career and home both. There was only one exception Aastha Mehta. She just not only established her career but created opportunities for others. Not only by giving financial help but sharing her time as a mentor, too. She was invited as a student as well as the chief guest who will give a speech to the girls at school, who are aspiring to become something in life like her. After the speech, Aastha was busy talking with the trustee committee. And all the girls of her class Div-A were gathered around a round table. Almost all of them were talking about her. Suddenly Ram)na said she knows the secret about her. All the ears turned towards her. Ramona: She is so rich today. But it is not from always. (Continuing in the captions) ✍️✍️ #reunionstory #fiction #shortstory #secret #yqbaba #grishmastories #yostowrimomay #yostowrimo2020bygrishma Ramona: She is so rich tod

✍️✍️ #reunionstory #fiction #ShortStory #Secret #yqbaba #grishmastories #yostowrimomay #YoStoWriMo2020ByGrishma Ramona: She is so rich tod

Reunion

After 30 years, it is the first reunion for the commerce batch of 1987-1989 of Sita Kanya Vidyalaya. It was the number one girls' school in the city at that time and having the same status today. Most of the students of that batch are settled in life. Some of them became a housewife and some homemaker. Few of them somehow managed to have a career and home both. There was only one exception Aastha Mehta. She just not only established her career but created opportunities for others. Not only by giving financial help but sharing her time as a mentor, too. She was invited as a student as well as the chief guest who will give a speech to the girls at school, who are aspiring to become something in life like her.

After the speech, Aastha was busy talking with the trustee committee. And all the girls of her class Div-A were gathered around a round table. Almost all of them were talking about her. Suddenly Ram)na said she knows the secret about her. All the ears turned towards her.

Ramona: She is so rich today. But it is not from always.

(Continuing in the captions) ✍️✍️
#reunionstory #fiction #shortstory #secret #yqbaba #grishmastories #yostowrimomay #yostowrimo2020bygrishma

Ramona: She is so rich tod

The Incomplete Metaphor

CONFESSIONS #10 (Series finale) You were there beside me even during times when I myself wasn’t. I often thought, “How perfect can someone be?” I got that question answered when I first fell for you. *_FULL PIECE IN THE CAPTION_* Breathlessness conquers my respiratory system. Oxygen has become my nemesis, while Carbon dioxide has started to fall in love with me. Yes,

Breathlessness conquers my respiratory system. Oxygen has become my nemesis, while Carbon dioxide has started to fall in love with me. Yes, #yqbaba #loveletter #mortalimmortality #confessions_MI #seriesfinale

CONFESSIONS #10 (Series finale)

You were there beside me even during times when I myself wasn’t. I often thought, “How perfect can someone be?” I got that question answered when I first fell for you.

*_FULL PIECE IN THE CAPTION_* Breathlessness conquers my respiratory system. Oxygen has become my nemesis, while Carbon dioxide has started to fall in love with me. Yes,

Bad Poet

some dhaba in Dehradun (story in caption) *Some dhaba in Dehradun* Nannu loved food. He loved anything he could get while dishwashing. He was not paid but he had nowhere to go. He w

*Some dhaba in Dehradun* Nannu loved food. He loved anything he could get while dishwashing. He was not paid but he had nowhere to go. He w #Imagination #alcoholic #madness #Intoxication #Drunkard #badpoet #storiesfromthesubconscious #nannutales

some dhaba in Dehradun

(story in caption) *Some dhaba in Dehradun*

Nannu loved food. He loved anything he could get while dishwashing. He was not paid but he had nowhere to go. He w

mau jha

“Once you choose hope, anything’s possible.” ©mau jha spinal cord

spinal cord #Quotes

“Once you choose hope, anything’s possible.”

©mau jha spinal cord

Abinesh

I used to lie on the floor for hours after school with the phone cradled between my shoulder and my ear, a plate of cold rice to my left, my school books to my right. Twirling the cord between my fingers I spoke to friends who recognized the language of our realm. Throats and lungs swollen, we talked into the heart of the night, toying with the idea of hair dye and suicide, about the boys who didn’t love us, who we loved too much, the pang of the nights. Each sentence was new territory, like a door someone was rushing into, the glass shattering with delirium, with knowledge and fear. My Mother never complained about the phone bill, what it cost for her daughter to disappear behind a door, watching the cord stretching its muscle away from her. Perhaps she thought it was the only way she could reach me, sending me away to speak in the underworld. As long as I was speaking she could put my ear to the tenuous earth and allow me to listen, to decipher. And these were the elements of my Mother, the earthed wire, the burning cable, as if she flowed into the room with me to somehow say, Stay where I can reach you, the dim room, the dark earth. Speak of this and when you feel removed from it I will pull the cord and take you back towards me. ©Abinesh The Cord

The Cord #Poetry

mau jha

Where you are now is not where you will always be. Just keep on trying, and know that tomorrow really is a new day.” ©mau jha spinal cord

spinal cord #Quotes

Where you are now is not where you will always be. Just keep on trying, and know that tomorrow really is a new day.”

©mau jha spinal cord

mau jha

“Never let anyone tell you that you cannot do something just because of your spinal cord injury. It’s sometimes just a matter of figuring out how to do it in a new way. Above all, never give up.” ©mau jha spinal cord

spinal cord #Quotes

“Never let anyone tell you that you cannot do something just because of your spinal cord injury. It’s sometimes just a matter of figuring out how to do it in a new way. Above all, never give up.”

©mau jha spinal cord

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