Author: jayeshbhaware
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Having A Plan
Ever feel like everyone has a plan—except you? In this heartfelt piece, I share how my books, Instagram poetry, and even my career weren’t the result of a grand plan… just decisions made in chaos, heartbreak, and hope. If you’re feeling lost, this one’s for you. Maybe not having a…
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The Lovesick
On my evening walk today, I saw a girl across the road—draped in a red kurta, her silhouette glowing softly under the moonlight. I didn’t see her face, but something about her presence felt like poetry. For a moment, I imagined a letter falling from her diary, the wind carrying…
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Cafe, Writing & Anxiety
There is something about me you should know: no creative writing comes out of me when I’m anxious. But here’s another fact: when I write about my feelings, I start feeling better—at least a bit. I’m sitting in Blue Tokai. I have ordered flat white coffee, and I really love…
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The Turkish Cappuccino
I took my laptop and tried to punch in the keys that would get my novel going. Guess what, my genius brain just wasn’t working. (A tip to everyone: Don’t do what I did afterwards. A long game of subway surfers doesn’t really help in getting the mind on track.)…
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Part 1 – Lusting for Her
“I want you.“ He typed and sent the message. He began to pace the room, the soft carpet muffling his steps. There were two things he always hated about himself, his anger and lust. It had been over a month since they had met and the lust was driving him…
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Rain
Rain, something that I never admired growing up in Bramhangaon. For those who don’t know, Bramhangaon is the place where I spent my entire childhood and teenage years. It’s a small village around 35 km from Holy City Shirdi. To be honest, I always really hated rain due to the…
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The Perfect Relationship
It truly sounds nice to hear, ‘The Perfect Relationship’. A place where nothing goes wrong, there are no fights, to expectations, no clashes, and everything goes like it does in some dreamy Disney Fairytale. Reality? Not so perfect. And trust me every person in the relationship or getting into relationship…
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The Lovers – Part 1
“Good Morning Baby.” The poet whispered in her ears and kissed her forehead gently.“Mmm…” She rolled in her bed, pushing his face away and covering her face with the blanket.“Oh Baby,” the poet got on the bed with her and started moving his hand through her hair, “You gotta wake…
