I used to be called an a l @ @ i _ e n-endearingly though-painfully shy with insanelyl o n g hair and a …

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I used to be called an a l @ @ i _ e n-endearingly though-painfully shy with insanelyl o n g hair and a …
I live on shallow breathsa sigh here and a gulp therehurried but silent the people on TV oftenteach the art of breathingi n h…
Presenting before you, a piece of Autumn from my corner of the world. I really didn’t feel like it was Autumn until I visited…
Yet another day melts into the nightas I watch the sky split into twolooking for the other half of moonthe one that still remembers…
I was in class VII when one day my awesome English Ma’am called me to her desk and asked me if I have written…
And in the darkness breathes a dream of a flickering light. ‘crammed in emptiness’, Awaiting.