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Stasis and Movement « What's a Girl to Do?
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What's a Girl to Do? Now that spring is bumping its way into view I long for summer. I think part of us (part of me, anyway) never loses the Platonic ideal of that season we developed when we were children. When I think of summer I think of long, sunny days in which I have nothing to do but please myself and grow days of swimming and dreaming and playing with friends. Maybe change is the point. Perhaps the reason I so love the dam and summer is not because they are always the same but because they ar...
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Rain | Nupur Chaturvedi
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My thoughts, words, verses…. August 1, 2014. In the instant that I turn. My eyes hit the light you exude. I am blinded by your brilliance. To trace the shape of my shadows. Blurred at the edges now. Because I brought a cloud between us. Why do you stand there. Enveloped in your aura. Staring at me with guilting eyes? Do you not know that the earth will move. And we will be in different hemispheres again? Why do you insist on beaming neon thoughts. That stir the neurons in my head? We need to diffuse.
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October | 2014 | Nupur Chaturvedi
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My thoughts, words, verses…. Archive for October, 2014. The protestor calls out to me. From behind the makeshift mask. That saves her from real and metaphorical tears. The protestor looks into my eyes and the expression is a curious mix. A plea, a dare, a sneer, and yet a hope. That I will join her. And become part of a growing whole. What is she protesting? It doesn’t matter. It is a composite struggle. It is a layered tapestry of asks and wants and rights. There is always something denied to someone.
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Creative expression | Nupur Chaturvedi
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My thoughts, words, verses…. This is where I write to express, not to inform. Here you will find my verses, stories and reflective musings. Read my poems here. My stories can be found here. Should you want to peep into my mind’s window, you need to go here. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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Musings | Nupur Chaturvedi
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My thoughts, words, verses…. Archive for the ‘Musings’ Category. A simple word. It inspires, pushes, cajoles, scares, disciplines and brings joy. It has made me finally sit down and just write, without structure, without excuse, without thinking where it will lead me. What was I waiting for? What made me click. There was something building up, especially since I read. And then it needed a channel, I suppose. Why do I cling to writing? I have committed. A page a day. The journey has begun. I found, for in...
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June | 2014 | Nupur Chaturvedi
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My thoughts, words, verses…. Archive for June, 2014. I don’t know why I was memorising the number. It could be because I had nothing else to do. I could barely stand, the Metro was so packed. Somehow, there was a straphanger free for me to hang my hand on. It was the rush hour and I was part of it. Another half an hour would go like this. Let’s work a little more with it. What if it wasn’t a phone number? What if it’s a lottery ticket number? Or the locker number where that reformed gangster, fearing for...
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Verses | Nupur Chaturvedi
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My thoughts, words, verses…. Archive for the ‘Verses’ Category. In one of those moments that now seems prescient,. You said, it’s all going to end badly. I didn’t know what you were talking about then. It was a simple conversation between us friends. A, B, C, you and me, after a couple of drinks. Around the time when ribbing each other on love life. Gives way to discussing politics. We were always the peacemakers, you and I,. Probably because we were usually more sober than the rest. And on and on they w...
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January | 2014 | Nupur Chaturvedi
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My thoughts, words, verses…. Archive for January, 2014. At every crossroad, a choice. And there are many crossroads. So why the panic every time? Doesn’t practice make perfect? Or does it make me less accepting. Of wrong turns and fuel burns? Once the choice is made, there must be rest. Or a sense of relief that the lump is gone. But no, a little of me is lost after every decision. An erosion of innocence. Another layer of writing on what was once a blank canvas. Is the loss of innocence tragic?
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August | 2014 | Nupur Chaturvedi
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My thoughts, words, verses…. Archive for August, 2014. In the instant that I turn. My eyes hit the light you exude. I am blinded by your brilliance. To trace the shape of my shadows. Blurred at the edges now. Because I brought a cloud between us. Why do you stand there. Enveloped in your aura. Staring at me with guilting eyes? Do you not know that the earth will move. And we will be in different hemispheres again? Why do you insist on beaming neon thoughts. That stir the neurons in my head?
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Stories | Nupur Chaturvedi
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My thoughts, words, verses…. Archive for the ‘Stories’ Category. I don’t know why I was memorising the number. It could be because I had nothing else to do. I could barely stand, the Metro was so packed. Somehow, there was a straphanger free for me to hang my hand on. It was the rush hour and I was part of it. Another half an hour would go like this. Let’s work a little more with it. What if it wasn’t a phone number? What if it’s a lottery ticket number? Or the locker number where that reformed gangster,...