By Anshul Purvia I don’t even know why I’m writing this. Maybe because I can’t say it out loud. Maybe because if I do, it’ll sound too real, and I don’t think I can survive that kind of truth right no
By Anshul Purvia Sometimes I look in the mirror and I don’t recognize the person looking back. She smiles too easily, nods too often, apologizes even when she hasn’t done anything wrong. There’s somet
By Myra Agarwal I love writing. Not the glossy kind with metaphors polished like cathedral windows, not the slow-burn novels that make you kick your feet. I mean writing . The kind where your hands hu
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