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Difference | The Troublemaker
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Gaurav Baba's Blog. Zoravar singh on There is something odd about o…. ForeverAwkward (And Maybe Learning). It was easy, we were easy, comfortable. And slowly blurred into softer lines as the. Wine in the bottle petered down to a trickle. Just as the tandem between us reached a. Crescendo uninterrupted by awkward pauses. And sighs, and it was cheap wine, acrid,. Tasteless, overly sweet, and slightly spoilt. Quite unlike the conversation that traversed. Your universe, and mine, and all in between,. View ga...
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Fat Girl | The Troublemaker
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Gaurav Baba's Blog. Zoravar singh on There is something odd about o…. ForeverAwkward (And Maybe Learning). So, I’m fat, and that’s hard to argue with,. But it comes in the way of something. You’d never think it would. I’ve been in. And out of clinical depression since I was. Around 10, and something my roommate. Said today summed up all I’ve ever really. Felt; I’ve been put on sleeping pills again,. And she asked me why I was eating them,. And when I said, Hey, I think I may be. April 17, 2015. View UCu-...
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Runner. – Of Hailstones and Moonstones
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Of Hailstones and Moonstones. I am a runner, for I can run,. And I have been in it as far. As I can remember myself,. Through the meadows and. Uneven playgrounds we had. Back in school. Now, we are. All grown up, and these are. Kids’ stuffs that we shouldn’t. Be doing. Mother tells me to. Keep my poise and lady-like. Attitude that I never thought. I had inherited from her. No,. All I wanted was to set my body. Free as much as my soul is,. And cages aren’t a trap forever. Not for me. We run away. Call me ...
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Sorting out. – Of Hailstones and Moonstones
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Of Hailstones and Moonstones. I sat down to sort out what I felt. When I saw those pictures I left. In some folders long ago, and I. Didn’t feel any shiver down my. Spine when I saw you smile, or. The warmth of your presence. While you basked in the sun, or. Losing control over my haywire. Mind while I saw those eyes filled. Up to the brim with some emotion. I could never fathom, with a tint. Of coldness, or a rosy blush that. Would have otherwise crept up. Beneath my pale cheeks while I. And vehement, l...
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Of Hailstones and Moonstones
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Of Hailstones and Moonstones. My eyes burn as I wake up in the. Early morning hour, my head still. Ringing in the poignant symphony. Of your voice, and I wished I could. Pack my bags and walk away, or learn. To unlove you, but I can’t. It pains to. See how your love is shared, and I can’t. Help but despair myself for the decisions. I can never seem to take accurately. I can. Pretend (for my whole life is just a. Vile pretention) from this moment, we. Don’t know each other. But I cannot,. Will probably ne...
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Regret. – Of Hailstones and Moonstones
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Of Hailstones and Moonstones. Words wouldn’t turn back and look. Twice before exploding into the surreal,. And confessions cannot be confided in. A vessel forever, it isn’t comfortable to. Be stuffed from the inside. It pains, to. See those eyes get filled up with something. Else than beautiful dreams, to have your. Heart beats replaced by a broken symphony. You wished you never fell in love with, to. Have yourself begged at to be strong enough,. To have to hear the silent screams inside. Call me Ess Bor...
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Confidentiality. – Of Hailstones and Moonstones
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Of Hailstones and Moonstones. Mother had warned me, it is not right. People aren’t organized to hear exactly. What you speak in your mind. I want to. Speak out my heart, but I feel bound just. Too tight, by something, unseen, unknown. Yet felt strongly as it clenches my psyche in. Some sorts of enigmatic heinous grip. My. Resplendent heart is stripped off its usual. Candid words. No matter how I may try, I. Cannot get those words right again. What. Or is it just. People are uncanny, afraid to. Share on F...
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Hurts | The Troublemaker
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Gaurav Baba's Blog. Zoravar singh on There is something odd about o…. Oops, I spilled my guts. Trying explain myself to you. You yell back at me. Because I’m just that angry. My nails in, to stop my tears. But most of all,. Every time this happens. April 17, 2015. 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. We don...
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Who am I? – Of Hailstones and Moonstones
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Of Hailstones and Moonstones. Just like the billion tiny little humans that dot the earth, I am also a lost, little girl from nowhere. I am like all of you- sometimes crazy, sometimes weird. Sometimes pathetic, for sure. I will get easily bored, but will always make you feel lively and cheerful. For they say, alive is awesome. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Google (Opens in new window). Leave a Reply Cancel reply. April 30, 2016.
