Creative Writing
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“Sssh, go back to sleep,” Bheema shushed the baby in the middle of the night. It was hot and humid and she felt equally uncomfortable squashed between the children. She was wondering when it would rain. “Aji, it’s hot,” whined the three year old. “I can’t sleep.” “Sssh. You’ll wake the others. ” “But I Read more
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We never really learn until we truly learn. We always make the same mistakes: again and again We see ourselves standing on a precipice Yet we make the jump Only to break our bones To get up To climb up And fall again. I ask myself Why don’t I ever learn? When will I ever learn? Read more
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Coo ooo ooo, Coo ooo ooo, Coo ooo ooo, Coo ooo ooo – each rising an octave higher, the screechy koel rouses me from a sweaty, restless slumber. Awash with light at 5 a.m.,my room is bright, the sun already high. I stretch out like a lazy cat, reluctantly to waken to another hot summer Read more
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