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Reading Woolf and Baking

In the frame today:

  • Virginia Woolf by Alexandra Harris, a signed copy from JLF last year.
  • Freshly baked whole-wheat choco-chip banana bread.
  • Freshly brewed cup of french press.

Continue reading “Reading Woolf and Baking”

It’s time to edit the about page.

I did not create rum-n-raisins; rum-n-raisins created me.

So I started writing precisely 2 years ago. Since then I’ve grown in so many ways that I can’t even count. I’ve legit learned life lessons on WordPress. Sure it’s just a platform to create blogs and websites; but to me it was and is so much more. It healed me. It accepted me. Continue reading “It’s time to edit the about page.”

To, My Dear Fear

What is poetry?

Poetry. A cry. A desire. That holds within each of us. Some fear the world and let the desire hide; while some fear themselves and give the desire the form of a word, a phrase, a creation, an art; to let the desire reveal, to let themselves free and to live and be.
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You guys, I have been working on a little something lately and finally it’s complete! I self published on Kindle direct publishing. Continue reading “To, My Dear Fear”

Bungee jumping~

Life is a beautiful ride.

Or is it?

To me it’s more like bungee jumping. Continue reading “Bungee jumping~”

Before I run into oblivion~

Let me be before I run into oblivion.

Spilling fears and spilling regrets; I don’t wanna be one of those.

Just; for once let me be before I run into oblivion.

-Gursimran Kaur

The Fall.

Hi you guys! I have started reviewing books for a change again.

So recently, I read this book, The Fall Of The Human Intellect by A. Prathasarthy; it’s very different, gives you a perspective, makes you cogitate and is based precisely on vedanta  philosophy.

Continue reading “The Fall.”

Fly~

Time is flying. Why don’t you too?

-Gursimran Kaur

Toes dipped in hiraeth ~

It is insatiable.

This desire, to run away;

Far;

Far away, to the land which recognizes my toes dipped in hiraeth

And my ankles wrapped in colorless sand. Continue reading “Toes dipped in hiraeth ~”

Hi Dad.

7 year old me: Hi daddy, I wanna be a teacher when I grow up, I think I can teach better than Ms. Neelam.

Dad: Sure sweetheart. You can be whatever you want when you grow up.

9 year old me: Daddy I  wanna be an astronaut just like the two girls in chapter two of my English book. They float in space, even I wanna float in space.

Dad: Sure sweetheart why not? Continue reading “Hi Dad.”

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