That by adding just one molecule unto another, a new element emerges- by one tiny little molecule. What then, can we do to each other both of whom a compact combination of uncountable molecules.
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Behind These Neat Mask of Mine | Poetry
Behind these neat Mask of mine, It’s a mess of a Different kind. Veins and miles Of veins all over, Carrying bloods Of all kind. Where does it reach I wonder, That begins at the center And prolongs all over. Behind these neat Mask of mine, It’s a mess of a Different kind. Should I…
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Growing Up #17: An Essay That Made Me Think
It’s been a while. It’s been a season of festivities on this side of the world. Festivities has made into one of my best excuses to write less. As a kid I loved festivals, but the older I become, the charm began to fade. Perhaps it’s a memory of its own kind. My resolution to…
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Growing Up #15: Alternate Lives
The week before last week, or last last week as the 12 year old me would say, I was in conversation with a wise friend. Our conversation shifted to domain names, and the ubiquitous nature of them – always unavailable. My friend says it’s about being quick – finding alternatives. I say it’s about being…
Read MoreInktober + Poetry #3: Bait
Bruises are like baits, opening up wounds from the start. Or why should each of them be bandaged? Or why should they send down shrills of pain, always. Inktober with digital ink with a twist of poetry.
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Growing Up #13: What’s all this mess? 37 Questions
Are we scared of reality? How to get rich? Is savings enough? Are adults more egoistic than children? Do we fear being taken for granted? Why are some of the better things already taken, like domain names? Do we do things for the sake of it? Education? Marriage? (Inflammatory stuff here, ahem.) Why are we…
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