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Ashu

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•The guest at the party• //occasional poetry in the caption. •The guest at the party• The breeze came quivering the curtains and me, with the sunlight rubbing my eyes and the music of the birds and the psalms entering my sleek ears. Hiding my bedsheet inside its own folds, I reflected myself into the mirror with a silly grin on my face, and hairs slapping my obsessed reverie. Opening the door, I saw everybody entering into their chores and my feelings became invisible for them. I went to school with a heavy heart to receive some boxes, but received no

•The guest at the party• //occasional poetry in the caption. •The guest at the party• The breeze came quivering the curtains and me, with the sunlight rubbing my eyes and the music of the birds and the psalms entering my sleek ears. Hiding my bedsheet inside its own folds, I reflected myself into the mirror with a silly grin on my face, and hairs slapping my obsessed reverie. Opening the door, I saw everybody entering into their chores and my feelings became invisible for them. I went to school with a heavy heart to receive some boxes, but received no

Ananna Mondal

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CAPTURE #2: THAT PAT ON THE BACK This feeling is of another level when you get praised by someone came to your class inspecting, infront of the whole class. And the embarassment is also of another degraded level, when you are punsihed infront of the entire classroom. But in my case, it is the former. I was in class 3. Class 3 A. I didn't like to go to school back then. I used to make plenty of excuses for not letting me go to school. Someday, I had stomach ache, headache, and all the problems or the excuses that can be made. T

CAPTURE #2: THAT PAT ON THE BACK This feeling is of another level when you get praised by someone came to your class inspecting, infront of the whole class. And the embarassment is also of another degraded level, when you are punsihed infront of the entire classroom. But in my case, it is the former. I was in class 3. Class 3 A. I didn't like to go to school back then. I used to make plenty of excuses for not letting me go to school. Someday, I had stomach ache, headache, and all the problems or the excuses that can be made. T

Miss xyz

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My first death anniversary. (Read in caption) The pyre of my funeral hasn't stopped burning yet. It has completed 365 days, still it refuses to calm. Relatives have gathered. Some kept mopping tears and others hid their wilt inside the

My first death anniversary. (Read in caption) The pyre of my funeral hasn't stopped burning yet. It has completed 365 days, still it refuses to calm. Relatives have gathered. Some kept mopping tears and others hid their wilt inside the