Writer’s life
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My dearest Joanne, This is not a story. This is a close, heartfelt correspondence with a woman, who is more than an idol to me. This is a piece of my mind – a piece of my life. I’m currently in that phase of life when the warmth of a wishful hope, hugs me so
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A lot of people in the world havetaught me that crying, asking for help and showing that one was not all right, was a sign of weakness. Some even saw it as a failure. Right now, I feel like it’s the exact opposite.
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When I woke up this morning, I was scrolling down my previous blog posts and my Facebook timeline (Yes, I stalk myself online, don’t judge me :p ) and I couldn’t help but worry about the kind of mood I’ve been in for the past few weeks. I’ve been gloomy, depressed and so full of
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It hardly feels like summer here in Madurai. There’s this continuous rain that’s lashing against my windows, and it’s absolutely quiet. I see flashes of thunder and lightening at a distance. What’s more, I feel much more relaxed than I did all week, because I’m done with one of my exams and I now have
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I’ve shut myself out. Real world seems like a distant and surreal place. And I actually kinda like it. Laavanya, Tridev, Inba, Ishdia, Jalal and Adityavarman are all that I think about now. I think about them in class, while working on my final semester project and while randomly going through my Facebook news-feed. I
Bala karthiga M 