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I’ve always done well in school, been the editor of the school-paper, do moderately well at law school, can decimate other peoples stupidity with sarcasm and acerbic remarks in seconds, and am able to hold my own in most conversations. So when people see ‘misadventure’ associated with my name some aren’t able to believe it […]
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The blooms That blossom Under the winter sun Are the most beautiful. They unfurl Their petals Under the last dregs Of sultry sunshine, Soaking in the heat That is sparse. The frail poinsettias, The vibrant ranunculus, The golden hellebores Like fire in the fields, Fanned to glory By frigid winds And cold, hard soil. But […]
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I wonder Where the swans Croon, Their lullabies, When the lake frosts over. Do they find shelter Amongst the soft crocuses And lavender cyclamen? Or do they Nestle, Within The bloody roses That bloom like wounds On their bodies? How do they Find warmth When the waters Are icy And the air Is chilly? Or […]
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I was sent by my high school for a competition, in senior year (2017) a literature festival of sorts, the theme of which was mystery and thriller. There were a number of events (in which I am proud to announce we won a position in every single one). But for our main presentation my best […]
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I have sat at my window Today To see the sun rise… The golden fairy lights Are draped Over the trees Like golden blooms of Late fall bougainvillea, And they twinkle out Fading from the night as Sunlight showers the ground. A typical October morning With smoggy skies, Filled with The fragrance of Diwali The […]