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Nature Remains January 25, 2020
As I open the main door in the morningI am greeted by chill air which makes freeze.I walk down the path to gather the newspaperswhich lie on the grass. I return with a shiver down the adrenalinesit in my patio to go through the news.But really could not continueas the wind is too cold. My […]
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One of A Biting January 23, 2020
A game of choicethe insinuationand indignationkeep the pot boiling. A momentous decisionturns a disaster,The entiretown puts out a wagging tonguewhich keeps baiting. The target is the onewho took the decision,had to back out for untoldreasons. The man wallows in grief,could not bear the spiteand contempt, wishesto run away. He is hurt. Remains dumbfor a time […]
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The Words Strike January 22, 2020
One of a random remarkunwittingly utteredcreates a trade war.promoting a ban. He, the leader, keeps on intruding,as if he is a saviourof Islam, into anothernation’s policies He represents a small countrywhose economy dependson Palm oil exportswhich brings huge revenue The antagonized nation,one of the biggest consumerof the edible oil, outragedstops its purc […]
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The Turn January 21, 2020
The chugging sound of trainused to delight mewhen I was a girl. The flying of airplaneover the sky brought joy,while I was a teenager The vehicular trafficand the engine noisepleased me all through. A twist to the taleas of now, I do notfeel excited, rather the puffing trainirritates, so do theecho of planes and cars, […]
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An Interlude January 20, 2020
A day of inactivitylying still for a timesitting simply for a whileeating as little as possible’,drinking glasses of juiceone of a drab in the entire. I resume my choresbut could not proceed.Going back to readingmy eyes do not engage.On to the dining tableI am unable to consume. That being the statusI relax on my ease […]
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Horror In Excitement January 17, 2020
The black bull bathed freshrushes out first withhorns painted red. A garland of sevanthiadorns Blackie’s neck, acolourful pageantry, Fire works markthe inauguration.Crackers explode. Blackie stands preparedhis tail shoots up.the eyes evoke fear. Two young sturdy menenter the arena in high spirits.Blackie trots regally. As the men reach himBlackie growls. The […]
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Thanksgiving January 15, 2020
The festival of the yearconcerned with harvest,Pongal denotes thanksgiving Favoured by the bright sunand copious rain, the farmersreap a bounty. Lovely to see the farmersstack the paddy. Happinessis writ large on their faces, A year long toilrequires a refreshmentin the form of celebration. Every household in Tamil Nadubegins the month of“Thai ” by preparing […]
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An Undesired Impact January 11, 2020
Regions of the world are peculiarin culture, food, traditionsshould say another that of weather. The areas around equatorhot throughout send the skin burning.The precipitation of rains promise relief. The respite being not pronouncedmakes life horrible with persistingperspiration and exhaustion. Having been living partly in MalaysiaI experience an exasperati […]
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The Placements January 9, 2020
Living in a longitude of happinessand in a latitude of pain.one crossing the otherthe coordinates mull with each a cyclic vibrationscould be feltas life goes on. The thunderstorms in the formof confrontations,the pleasant breeze stand asan expression of joy, of lighteninga sudden spasm of painand the rains one of cheerand prosperity,’ The placements reveal a […]
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I Lie Lost January 6, 2020
Have been lost for a whiledo not know who I am?I toss in the bed , thinkingof issues most irrelevant,had had happeneddecades ago. My eyes turn moistthose incidents comein a pattern I recollectwith anguish, those of whomwho have let me down, I lamenthow could they do? Having past those days,at the time being very young […]
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