Tag: words

Who gave you the right to call yourself a poet?

I was asked this question very recently, but alas, I don’t think I answered it very well 😐 In India, if you are a girl whose age is above 23, it simply means you are “doomed”. You are not marriage material anymore. Wow. What a great idea of patriarchy and feminism mixed together. I applaud

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Wouldn’t hurt you to click

So what’s up people, what are you doing? Didn’t forget me I hope 😉 Posted a new podcast, after so long……feels awesome. Listen to it and let me know how it was. ❤ Click on the link down below or listen on Spotify 🙂 🙂 ❤ https://anchor.fm/piamajumdar/embed/episodes/Set-goals-to-achieve-your-dreams–finding-peace-in-the-process-e3b6el/a-ab2cp7

Someone’s stalking me

While I was sleeping peacefully in the morning, my mom was getting angry with the passing of each second. “Tia, don’t you have class today? Why are sleeping till 9 today, wake up” mom shouted in my ear. “Yes mom, wait a sec”. “No, you won’t once I leave the room, wait” mom left the

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All new quotes, and a special one too

Hey guys, what’s up with you? I hope everyone is enjoying Monday, unlike me 😉 Here’s a new post consisting of my latest quotes from Instagram. Let me know which one you liked the most, also read till the end, there’s a special quote-post today 🙂 ❤ And now time for the special one……read it.

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Bless me, Father for I Have Sinned

The door to the confessional opened, the light burned my eyes and I squinted. I heard the person sit, and I waited. “What have you come to confess, my child,” I said, listening to the heavy breathing in the booth next to me. “It’s okay, you are among God now.” “Forgive me father, for I

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We both failed, together

Everything changed the year that we got married.And after that, we moved out to the suburbs.How young we were, how ignorant, how readyto think the only history was our own. A captive, hostage of your vicious anger.The facade of your caring baby blue eyesnow contorted with vicious cruelty.My once unbroken bodynow a mess of tangled

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Stealing hidden smiles

Love is accepting someone’s quirks and interesting habits and loving them for having those things. You embrace all of my flaws and never make me feel horrible for them. I love all of your quirks, like the way you fidget because you can’t sit still, the way you sit with one leg crossed over your

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