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Vrinda G
Nov 28, 2022
- the waves remain
You ask me what happened to my heart, i smile a little as i think of all the times it fought to float above the ocean your words created...
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Vrinda G
Mar 1, 2021
- consequences
Did you ever really leave if i still talk to you in my sleep, and all those tender memories of you spill into the time i spend awake ;...
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Vrinda G
Dec 2, 2020
- december’s here
The smell of fresh coffee warmly glowing through the humdrum of my soul as i witness the morning rays smiling down at me ; maybe the...
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Vrinda G
Oct 22, 2020
a Ruskin Bond night.
Tonight, i'll be writing to you about one of Ruskin Bond's excerpts, from his Book of Simple Living. I've driven to the mountains and as...
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Vrinda G
Aug 9, 2020
- the earth feels so much like her
The golden summer sun, our witness, as we run through open fields hand in hand, with the wind in our hair, the salty ocean breeze, lying...
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Vrinda G
Jul 17, 2020
Little bits of Cacti within us all .
It's funny how much she still loved you for not loving her enough, after all those years of bouldering the uncertain kind of love and vow...
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Vrinda G
Jul 5, 2020
I hope you know, somehow
I pull away as you bring your lips close to mine, ‘Why can’t you just love me?’ , you ask. With the tips of my fingers i trace your...