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Monday, 13 October 2025
And The House Belongs To...
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Many decades ago, in a coastal village in Somnath, Gujarat, a wealthy goldsmith built a grand house for his family. Since everyone lived in ...
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Tuesday, 9 November 2021
Why don't you write anymore?
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“Keep writing like so.” “Why?” “Whenever you write I feel as if you are trying to convey your own emotions, something that you might want ...
Tuesday, 26 October 2021
Why God?
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I look into your eyes And ask God "Why can't I see him Everyday, forever?" I hug you tightly And ask God "Why isn't i...
I Too Want To Touch The Stars
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I too want to touch the stars. I too want to fly High up in the sky. My wings are tied. I am told to break free God alone knows how hard I...
I'll resume the fight
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The wolves howl, The woods scare The darkness sneers I have to go through anyway. The winds pierce The cold bites With no respite I have t...
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Monday, 25 October 2021
A Permanent Scar
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I had been going to a patient's house for over eight months as a carer. My patient was an old woman who needed help with medication and ...
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The Tree
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He went and sat under the tree in the forest beside his house. It wasn't that he didn't have any friends. He had many to play with...
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