Somebody said that I capture the littlest of things. I do. If anyone was to ever scroll through my gallery they'd find such images only. I don't mind capturing myself but I fancy capturing horcruxes. Parts of the world that belong to me. Parts that reflect who I am! It's funny, I'd say.

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I want my mom not to be my mom if I was born again! I want her to be free and live her life to the fullest even if it means not having me in her other lifetime!

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My heart flutters
When it emerges,
A lizard from behind the door!

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I write poems,
A few for you,
Many for me.

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Our being wilts in the hands of time!
And we become the ghost of the ocean,
Riding on waves trying to touch the shore.
I can hand you a whole pamphlet of a tour of my life,
But can you just be a tourist.
I don't want settlers.
I won't mind if you talk about the roads of your city
Or the houses that stand in place of some trees.
But please don't come with your heavy bag with dirty clothes,
I ain't a washing machine,
Nor my city has a washing bank !

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'Who weds who ' is more like an address of the wedding venue than the announcement of the newly weds. Royal Residence Garden is all that i remember while my dad kept changing the radio station to tune at vivid bharti. The atmosphere in the car was filled with the weird smell of Ambipure gel airfreshner. To tolerate the half an hour journey to my Dad's friend and colleague's son's wedding. The guy is an IES officer. And my dad was talking about him, as if he was his own son. The peculiarity of the situation was that i had never met this person in my life.

My yellow colured Anarkali in which I was stuffed in, was itching me here and there. My mom seemed quite occupied in her own thoughts looking outside the window, while my brother was burning himself up playing GTA. I opened the window to fill my lungs with some air that did not smell like the suffocating one I had been breathing since the past 15 min.

Just 15 min! I thought as I adjusted the dial of my wrist watch, I just realized it wasn't working. The arms kept ticking but they were not moving.

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De Adaeon!

A crease-less subtle yellow kurta and eyes popping with confidence Jenice stepped inside the train. Somehow adjusting in the little space she watched the frames outside the train change. From the concrete of the station to the green of the trees.

"It's a beautiful day!" she thought.

The train entered into the tunnel. A man's reflection blending in the train's wall struck her. Out of curiosity she turned back to steal a glance. It was as if she had seen his soul through the eye contact that lasted for a second or two. It was a spark and she turned around in embarrassment.

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When love feels like a burden, either you are not loving the person right or you're not loving the right person.

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The octopus was confused,
What to call a fish with no eye?
A fish- replied the sting ray!

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"Here are some sweets for Kriti. She likes Watermelon, so I packed some! "
Mumma's wrinkled hands delicately placed the tiffin box in our bag.
"Hurry up, we have to reach the station by 10." Never saw papa that enthusiastic about trips.
The bus was waiting for us. We took our seats.
"1,2,3,4....?" The conductor counted our seats atleast thrice.
"Arre vo hamari choti bitiya 3 hafte pehle guzar gyi, to ye trip uske liye hai...uska bohot mn tha Dehradun jaane ka. To mere bagal vali seat uske liye hai!" Papa said in a thick tone as if one more sentence and he would break down. The conductor was speechless as he scanned our faces. I tried my best not to let a single drop of tear fall, so did ma, papa and Bhai.
I miss you Kriti, I will forever!

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