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The Joy Of Work Well-done
A piece of work well-done, boulders and roadblocks broken down (technical roadblocks, in my case), is reason for much joy. If I was working from home I would have stepped out of my room and gone and hugged mom. Since I am working from a co-working space right now, this post is the alternative. But…
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threesome
One night You had encircled me. No, that night You sandwiched me. From one side You came as You From one side You came as Him. Then I remained just as a mite …
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Waterfall
I want to feel this body rub against Your body. I want to feel this breast pressed against Your mouth …
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The Gift Of The Night
Now that the day is done There is only You and me. The night is precious For it brings You and You and only You …
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From a wordless place
Sometimes it is good to go to a wordless place, i.e. to not write prose or poetry. So here is a digital art instead that got made recently, during a no-objective-other-than-to-have-fun time. What does it signify to you? What does it evoke in you? Does it evoke anything at all? Tell me. Then I will…
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The Place and The Moment
You are the place and the moment where everything comes to a pause for a moment. …
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Fiction continued: The Wise Wild Woman
As the morning opened into its full light, she saw a mud hut with colourful paintings on its walls. A short wooden pole had a wooden board nailed to it, which said in rough carving – “Wise Wild Woman”. A gentle voice was singing inside to the strumming of a string instrument. She bent down…
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Fiction continued: Seeking A Wise Wild Woman
The days were getting warmer. Three weeks had passed, she hadn’t gone to office. Her backyard had burst into purple flowers, and she would spend hours sitting at her backdoor …
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Fiction continued: Something Stirred Inside Her
This is in continuation from the post: Like The Sky Itself This is part of a fiction series that is unfolding. All episodes in order so far: Shimmering Blue Water The Grasslands Bristled Like The Sky Itself Everything was not hunky-dory. This raw energy whizzing around in her head made her nervous. “What did it…
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Fiction continued: Like The Sky Itself
This is in continuation from the post “The Grasslands Bristled“ When she was done dancing to her heart’s content, she sat down to eat breakfast — experiencing each juicy bubble of the blackberries in her mouth and as the juice descended down her throat. She felt the cool invigorating energy of the carrot-saag drink rise…