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  • First poem!!!!!!!!!

    A short poem about how I feel every time I look in the mirror

    1 min read
  • Please, Don't Fade Away!

    A broken and torn heart!!!!!!!!!

    3 min read


These were autumn mornings, the time of year when kings of old went forth to conquest; and I, never stirring from my little corner in Calcutta, would let my mind wander over the whole world.
— Rabindranath Tagore, The Cabuliwallah