Category: Diary
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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.)…