Fly baby, Fly

in

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The big bad world out there is ugly and heartless, that’s absolutely true for most parts. But in the bitterness of our harsh realities we often forget how there are small pockets of happiness and pure-hearted goodness that are going to warm our hearts amidst this drought. We forget that much like us there are others who are suffering in their silence hiding behind the unbreakable shield of their smiles.

And maybe, they are distrustful of everything just as you are because it seems unfair. If we all get stuck in that cycle of distrust and loathing, can we blame anyone for the eerie sensation of hostility when we thrust ourselves into the open?"

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Not a bitch-face.

Prachi Gohil
in

"They will listen to you. Your wish will be their command. They will not raise an arm in defence and they will surrender to every argument you put across. You will have the last word. You will no longer be a damsel in distress but will be the Wonder Woman they dare not mess with.

Fat or thin, old or young, townie or a Ma-Ka-Bo, employed or unemployed, whether you are going for a party or a casual lunch at the local Udipi restaurant, it doesn’t matter. If you are down in the dumps, are being pushed around like a pinball, and nothing seems to be going your way then forget the bitch-face. Put the perfect shade of red-lipstick on."

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Muse

Prachi Gohil

"You were my muse. I thought about you and the words flowed like a flooded river. With a force that fierce, there was uncertainty. I never knew where you would take me next. I let myself get lost. I let myself be led by you. You were my muse…

It took me a while to clean myself of you and there is some residue. But this part of you, I want to keep. I want to treasure you and build monasteries over the remnants of you. Spaces are empty where you used to live. They were once quivering with your vivacity. Now, they reek of absence of your incandescence. You were my muse..."

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