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The Refilling

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It was midnight, and the gas station seemed almost deserted. “Give me 10 minutes, Lydia. I’ll come and talk to you!” I told my woman over the phone, as I got out of my car. “Please don’t push me away like that! If you leave me, I will fall apart. I’ll do anything to make you love me again!” I kept talking frantically until I realized that she had already hung up on me.  I was just about to redial her number, when an old man came up to me, asking for a lift. He was in a completely tasteless, shining, white outfit with no contrast what-so-ever. He seemed too feeble to hurt and was so deficient of energy that even though he said he was in a rush, I sensed not a speck of adrenaline.  I politely nodded my head with a slight smile and then, just helplessly waited for the gas to fill. There was no point in calling Lydia, anymore. I couldn’t have talked freely with her, now that I had company. And she was just not ready to make things okay! I was still lost in my own thoug
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The Same Behavior

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There, again. I saw the old couple I would always see on that street. The same behavior. Never had I seen her leading; in front of him and never had I seen him letting her carry any of those heavy bags. And though people derived all sorts of unhealthy conclusions from the way they walked together, I, in my heart, knew that the young hip-grabbing couple would never understand that it was all about the GIVE AND TAKE .
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The Journey to Your Core

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When you lie down on the crisp fresh grass, let the Earth make you hers. Your heart extends its roots through you, firmly into the soil. Once gripped tight, you are connected. Connected- not superficially, but deeper than the roots of any aged tree. Penetrating the crust, into the heavy rocks. Making their way out, from in between them And breaking them if in the way. Further below, till they find the core. And while you are still looking at the eagles, Soaring sky high. Your roots touch the Heat you were born from, In the Core of the Earth.
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We are to make Sense

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I have just begun with a new blog - yeahmakessense.wordpress.com This blog will also become active soon again <3 EXCITED?
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Thank You

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Netra's feelings on the 100th post: So this was it. Khyati di was shutting down her blog (at least for a while) and I thought about this a few times. I said to myself that she will soon be busy and won't find enough time. Something inside me told me that this couldn't be happening! Then I convinced myself that she was doing this for her own good and will come back at some point! I want to thank each and everybody who has put in their time to read our blog. And a huge thanks to all of you amazing followers as well! And since this is our 100th and last post I want to say a huge goodbye to everyone! My feelings on the 100th post: Hey! I am so happy to announce that we have just completed our 100 posts. I am doing my 12th class and so would have to leave but I got an amazing crew who can keep resharing my blog! <3 My blog is something that expanded so much for an ordinary girl like me. I never believed or imagined that I could REALLY make something that would affe
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Stop Glorifying 'Busy'

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My grandma sat right across the table from me, quite 'healthy' but unfit. I was busy with my textbook for my exam the next day and she was weakly lifting her glasses, shrinking her eyes, looking at the cell phone, maybe trying to call someone. I couldnt pay attention to her as I had a crucial exam the next day which would determine my life chances in the future, but I could see her from the corner of my eye. She called someone No answer. Redailed. No answer. "Is the phone not working?" she asked, being from the generation that trusted their people more than technology. "No, dadi. It is perfectly fine." I said, smiling faintly. She trusted her people and so, believed me without a word, but kept the phone away, anyway. She sat still for a minute and then, reached out for the phone again. After all, she had been busy all her life, like I was at that time. She had to keep herself busy that day too. This time, the phone was answered. I co
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I want to

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(I poem I wrote as a kid. Have a good laugh!) I wanna write something nice With a bit of spice I wanna write something good About someone's livelihood I wanna weave a story About something that's funny Or maybe something tragic And how about some magic? I wanna use some phrases That go on till many races I wanna give life to my writing With the right words I'm finding Finally I wanna compile it all And write a book, quite small I wanna sweat getting it published I want it to be on everyone's wish list I want it to be proud And stand rest from the crowd I want my loved ones to be happy Who once saw my in the nappy I want my best friend to boast For helping me at any cost I want the people I know To respect me even more I want the world to know when I die But I don't want it to make them cry I want them to be happy for my life and contribution to literature And I never want them to forget my stories even if they forgot my
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