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The Memoirist

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House Among the Rice Fields

Leaving behind the known streets; going to the stranger ones — On a sunny afternoon, returning early from school, I stepped into the house to find it filled with the sound of my parents screaming. “Honey!” my mother gasped, as she saw me at the doorway. She ran down the hall, and sat on her knees next to me, putting one…

Memoir

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House Among the Rice Fields
House Among the Rice Fields
Memoir

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iPoetry

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I Was Visited by Muse, And I Doubted Her

But she proved me wrong — I didn’t know what a Muse can do; how could I I’d never met one. So I thought it was just an idea merely fiction, something creative people in their heads imagined, attributed their abundance to this figment. Or this spectre was a ruse cooked up by someone intelligent, to hide their tricks and hard work in…

Poetry

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I Was Visited by Muse, And I Doubted Her
I Was Visited by Muse, And I Doubted Her
Poetry

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The Memoirist

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The Stunning Brilliance of Her Memory

And the ephemeral questions that come with it — Late winter dusk, velvety and dulcet, and I am walking on the street looking ahead at the lights, hazed, and blurry in the mist, their blue and red and yellow soft, faded out. Looking at these I feel I’m looking back in time at some distant memories. …

Life

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The Stunning Brilliance of Her Memory
The Stunning Brilliance of Her Memory
Life

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Know Thyself, Heal Thyself

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The Fourth Kind of Toxic Love -It’s The Worst

First I was chasing it, now it chases me — I don’t blame them, a part of it is my doing. There is a trait intrinsic in my genes that invite the love of the most toxic kind. Either it is a girl who becomes my first love and then vanishes into thin air, leaving me gasping for air, making…

Mental Health

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The Fourth Kind of Toxic Love -It’s The Worst
The Fourth Kind of Toxic Love -It’s The Worst
Mental Health

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The Memoirist

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The High School Rumor That Made Me Famous and Got Me a Hot Date (Almost)

Only if I was better at controlling my emotions — I Okay, Olivia never proposed to me. But that was the rumor going around in the school. Guys I barely knew came and patted my back. “You freaking dog,” they would say and laugh, appreciatively. …

Short Story

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The High School Rumor That Made Me Famous and Got Me a Hot Date (Almost)
The High School Rumor That Made Me Famous and Got Me a Hot Date (Almost)
Short Story

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The Narrative Arc

·May 24

My Girlfriend Asked Me to Watch a TV Show That Was Not My Taste

That’s how I squeezed my way out of watching it — almost — “This TV series is popular and by definition what is popular is nine out of ten times trash and what is trash is not suitable to my fine taste in watching TV. So isn’t it obvious? …

Memoir

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My Girlfriend Asked Me to Watch a TV Show That Was Not My Taste
My Girlfriend Asked Me to Watch a TV Show That Was Not My Taste
Memoir

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The Memoirist

·May 17

Before Buying a New Book, Read the Ones on Your Shelf

That’s what she said but I mistook the meaning behind her words — As the brown paper bag had no handles and was too small and flimsy for the six hardbacks stuffed in it, I put both my hands at its bottom ensuring it didn’t burst open and I didn’t drop the new books on the ground. At the doorway, I shoulder-pressed the…

Memoir

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Before Buying a New Book, Read the Ones on Your Shelf
Before Buying a New Book, Read the Ones on Your Shelf
Memoir

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The Narrative Arc

·May 5

The Wounds We Inflict When We Un-love Someone

Even though the memory of our love lingers — “No,” I said, firmly this time, and the sound of my voice fell flat in the feathery silence of the room. “Please, don’t say no,” she said. The pleading was making her voice quiver, and I felt her words reaching in through the skin of my chest, past my bones…

Relationships

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The Wounds We Inflict When We Un-love Someone
The Wounds We Inflict When We Un-love Someone
Relationships

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The Memoirist

·Apr 21

One Word in a Client Presentation Made Me Sweat Like A Student

And I used to think I had overcome my biggest fear — Yesterday in an afternoon team meeting when one of my colleagues was giving a presentation to a new client my heavily drowsy eyes noticed a word — ‘mole’. At once, my eyes shot wide open. I read the line again something something and then ‘mole density’ something. My god —…

Memoir

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One Word in a Client Presentation Made Me Sweat Like A Student
One Word in a Client Presentation Made Me Sweat Like A Student
Memoir

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The Writing Cooperative

·Apr 16

Salesman or Artist? The Key Conflict While Growing as a Writer

As we evolve as a writer, our writing evolves too — Writing is many things — the thrill of stumbling upon a new idea, the rush of putting it in words, the high of completing the first draft, the drag of endless revisions that follow, and that fulfilling sense ‘of something growing’ that envelops us as we progress in our work…

Creativity

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Salesman or Artist — The Key Conflict of Growing as a Writer
Salesman or Artist — The Key Conflict of Growing as a Writer
Creativity

6 min read

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