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Discover My Debut Novella: Two Roads One Night
Dear Readers, Over the years, I have passionately written several blogs and short stories. Today, I feel immensely thrilled to introduce My Debut Novella : Two Roads One Night. It’s a journey of into fleeting encounters, unspoken bonds and quiet transformations, when two strangers cross paths one night. Such encounters…
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Where We Built Our Beautiful Life: Fourteen Years of Gratitude
Fourteen years ago, we landed in this beautiful, clean city as a young couple. We were thrilled to begin our life in a spacious new home, yet what truly captivated us was the immaculate surroundings, fantastic infrastructure and how seamlessly the city functioned, the spotless streets, the perfectly timed, fluidly…
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How My Home Actually Runs: Our Household Operating Manual
After nearly two decades of marriage, I’ve realised something about myself – I’m not the “housework-loving” type, however much I try. Reflecting on it, I see that all these years I’ve really been functioning more like the operations manager of the home 😄. And though I developed my own style…
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When Home Becomes A Journey: Living With Dementia
For the past nine years, my mother-in-law has been living with dementia. It started as forgetfulness. Now, it has advanced to a stage where she no longer recognizes space, time, or relationships most of the time. We have always lived together since I got married. Today, she lives with us…
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Happy New Year 2025
Don’t look back, you’ll never go that way, Don’t berate paths crossed till date Grudges, held by the heart enough, now slay, Turn badass, before fears declare, Courage will find you, rise with faith, Hold on to your hopes and keep the pace, You’re unstoppable, let the universe say, Every…
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A Forbidden Red Door
The forbidden red door, opposite her house, always intrigued her. It appeared illuminated some nights, while mostly it stood dark. Who might be there, she’d wonder but wasn’t allowed anywhere nearby, so she’d drift off to sleep. She grew up watching it, until one day, at 16, curiosity getting ahead…
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Got Me?
I float like the deep, purple hyacinths, In serene complacence, by the stream, Drenched, ducking, bobbing through torrents, Never plummeting to the floor beneath Seeking raptures in a pint-sized life, And endless euphoria in growing against force, My joie de vivre is to watch out for, Only a few discern…
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