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Change

So, Woke up I did this morning, Thinking about a world that has turned stone. Maturity trust me darling, Does not mean you live in a house alone. You can deny me all you want, We can act strangers and fool them all. You can argue on what you cant, I will wait till you… Continue reading Change

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Zoya

"So, if I ate the meat on my plate without separating it from its bones, if I just chewed the flesh right through them, would you call that evolution or just downright lazy?”, Zoya asked me smiling with her big, bubbly eyes. I stared at her amused, for a moment or two, and then chuckled… Continue reading Zoya

Original Writings

Chatma (The Dining Table)

Chatma believed that she needed to be a little less meek. The other day she happened to have this conversation with her mother, while they were having dinner on that dreaded and boring looking dining table that she despised since she was 12 years old. She was told that old habits die hard, and it… Continue reading Chatma (The Dining Table)