Category: Creative Writing
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I Choose to be Flawed
Every time I write about myself, a part of me is liberated. – Swarnali Nath (This is a lot about women who dare to wear imperfections as their most precious attire. This is a tribute to all those women who believe in their womanhood, who believe they are special and beautiful and powerful with their…
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The Canvas of Love
9:00 PM, Sealdah, West Bengal Darjeeling mail is waiting on platform no. 12. Hurriedly, passengers are boarding the train, trying to find their allotted seats, and keeping their luggage safe in the compartment. Amidst the hustle and whistle on the railway platform, there could be seen someone who prefers to be quiet. A young girl…
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Malhar Calling
It was a spring afternoon. Sahana was returning home from her coaching center. She has been preparing for government sector jobs for the last five years. She was waiting at the bus stand for her bus. She saw boys and girls standing with flowers, hugging each other, and wishing their valentines. Sahana smiled. “I have…
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4 excerpts from my book A Letter to Tomorrow that sing the song of hope
May is the Mental Health Awareness Month. I started writing my second book when I was slowly recovering from my despair. I started befriending the uncertainty and realized there was something that I had to explore, I had to discover.Gradually, I penned down the chronicle of my recovery, from despair to hope. I divided the…
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Drenched in the night rain
Paridhi is the last house located at the end of this lane. After their marriage, Mr. Mehta built this beautiful house and his wife Amaya kept their house’s name Paridhi. Amaya wanted to be surrounded by lots of people all the time. She was a jovial girl. At the age of 23, she got married…
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Finding Myself: A Journey to the Unknown
I love to watch the night skySince childhood,I love to be lost in the thoughts,Watching the stars and the moon.I always feel,I have been searchingfor somethingin the stars.I feel,they have something to say,to whisper into my ears.I love to watch it raining.It’s a love song that I sing,Along with the rain dropsAnd I dance with…
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Colours Of The Dusk
When the first ray of the Sun wakes me up, you whisper into my ears, “One new day, come, let’s have a play”… I turn around, the north wind blows my hair, and I find you, there… When the last ray of the Sun bids adieu the earth, Thousands of hues play hide and…
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I Am Broken
I am broken. My dreams are scattered Into pieces. My voice is lost. When I try to sing my favourite song, I can’t even hum. I feel choked. I feel finished. I want to breath. I want to love. Are you there, for holding my hand? Would you make me complete, once again? Would…
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Rain Of Renunciation
I’m penning down a beautiful experience I had today morning. For some days, we are having thunderstorms at the afternoon. It has become a usual scene everyday, to see the sky wearing a dark blue cloud and after sometime, showering all the rain upon the earth. In the eve of summer, what can…
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Jannat
It was too late for Javeda, she was rushing to the bus stand. One more day, she is going to be late in her office. She was carrying a handbag and an umbrella with her, as the sky was prepared to shower the rain in any moment. “If you come late tomorrow again, I’ll…
The Blissful Storyteller 