The new year dawns in hours, making me wisely sieve friends from acquaintances
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The new year dawns in hours, making me wisely sieve friends from acquaintances
Each day isn’t productivity challenge, being enough is enough
My mom passed on over a month ago, and for all my wordsmithery, I was staring at a blank page for hours blinking back tears, when it came to writing her obituary. It is an unbearable sense of loss
This laziness in labouring over the mane — as grandmother’s love took great care of it — cost me a sizable bit of volume loss when I relocated from Lucknow to Mumbai.
A wordsmith’s treasure trove brings in a revisit to every emotion and experience