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I've begun to learn what longing means. It's not the post 2 am missing- It's the 8 am Getting ready to work And bam! You long for them As you shove cereal into your mouth Because you're late. Missing is when you stare At their name on the phone Knowing they're probably Texting that other... Continue Reading →
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She has been in a relationship with that person for the last four years hence it's very natural for her to let him thrash her once in a while. "My fault," she says every time I question her about the bruises. I found her lying on the hospital bed with a complaint of fatigue. The... Continue Reading →
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#theventmachine feels proud to announce that Sumona Chetia has joined the team. Read her insightful pieces every Wednesday at http://www.theventmachine.com #guestblogger #tvmtheblog #collaboration
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Little Miss Bento aka Shirley Wong Loves Doodling and Packing Lunch Boxes - This Led Her to BecomeĀ A Renowned Food Artist What comes to our mind when someone mentions food? Taste and if we think a little harder - presentation. Enter Miss Shirley Wong and your food is not only appealing to your taste buds... Continue Reading →
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Meet 21 year old Satyapal Kumar, a pass out from Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya (Kaimur) who is a multi-tasker to say the least. Satyapal is a state-level silver medalist in Yoga and a passionate tabla player. He is also a social media influencer. Satyapal belongs to Sasaram, which lies in the Rohtas district of Bihar. This... Continue Reading →
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Get a better ideal for yourself and remember that even if you think of yourself as Radha, the man that you are sleeping with is no Krishna!
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And when I walk ahead With no light on my head, The cave is too scary I fall into a bottomless pit
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Sometimes I feel trapped Like unsaid thoughts Chained to a body, Emotions that are meant to be screamed Are muffled and choked Under a thick blanket of society... I feel the world crumble Into pieces that don't fit And I feel myself become voiceless With every voice I hear and assist... I want to take... Continue Reading →