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		<title>Purge</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Jan 2020 17:52:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The candle wax melts in a steady drip, drip, every strand witness to a memory as it unfolds. In tune to the scratching of the quill, shadows moving with the hand that pens, every line another goodbye. With each recollection, I know you more, I see you more, and with each, I pull away more. [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
		
		
		
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		<title>Just a bit more…</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2015 18:04:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I wish I knew then, how apart we’d be now. I wish I held on a bit longer, I wish you let go less sooner. I wish I could go back to the last kiss, and kiss you deeper, kiss you better. I wish I could rewrite our last chapter, and add more paragraphs to [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
		
		
		
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		<title>Not the day</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Medha]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2015 17:57:37 +0000</pubDate>
				<category><![CDATA[The Words in My Head.]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[food for thought]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[gender equality]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[Today is not the day…I&#8217;m exhausted. Please let me be. Normally, I want to fight. I want to shout, scream, rage and hurl things. Normally, I want to shake you and every person who makes me feel caged. Normally, I’m a wounded animal trying to pick herself up and get back to normalcy. But not [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
		
		
		
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		<title>velvet.</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Medha]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Jul 2014 19:27:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[inspiration]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[night]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[Daytime has its perks, sure. But nighttime? Nighttime is her turf. Windows closed, curtains drawn, candles lit, a silence that envelops everything. Not the silence of the day, oppressive and lazy. But the silence of the night; crickets chirp, winds blow, occasional car horns echo from far away. There is something inspiring in this silence, [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
		
		
		
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		<title>not mine</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Medha]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 16 Mar 2014 08:16:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[alive]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fire]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[rape survivor]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[I saw an episode of Satyamev Jayate today, that talked about rape and its current state of affairs in our country. I was quite moved and it being something I feel strongly about, I decided to write this down: You put a cloth in my mouth to silence my screams, You tied my arms and [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
		
		
		
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		<title>rain song</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Mar 2014 23:55:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[digital]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[The lands are parched, the sun too harsh. The peacock rarely smiles, waiting for overladen skies. Be here soon, oh rain, lest the peacock wait in vain.]]></description>
		
		
		
		
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		<title>The Hut.</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Medha]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 24 Feb 2014 18:06:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[death]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[For a random non-writing assignment, I ended up writing this flash fiction: Over on the valley’s side, somewhere in the mountains, nestled deep within the landscape lays a hut, old and abandoned. It’s broken, every creak has a back story and every shattered window has been witness to pain. The sun rose today just like [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
		
		
		
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		<title>silence amid noise</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Medha]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Jan 2014 16:56:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[Me]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[noise]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[Noise. There is so much noise. Close the door, shut off your phone, fasten the window sash and close your laptop. Minimize all the distractions. Make it so silent that you can hear every breath you take, in surround sound. It is so silent. Peaceful. Sigh, I could be like this forever, you tell yourself. [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
		
		
		
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		<title>shared loneliness</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Medha]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Dec 2013 14:34:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[globalisation]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[loneliness]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[pain]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[postaweek2013]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[We’re never really alone, are we? In moments when we’re trapped in the depths of loneliness, in moments when we’re frozen in the throes of this pain, in moments when we wonder whether we’ll ever get out of this, in all those moments, as alone as it may seem we are, there is never an [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
		
		
		
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		<title>here’s to friends…</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Medha]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Oct 2013 15:44:50 +0000</pubDate>
				<category><![CDATA[The Words in My Head.]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[bonding]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[College]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Friendship]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Memories]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[nostalgia]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[School]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[Here&#8217;s to friends&#8230;the family that you choose to be with, the companionship that you cannot help falling into, the support system that surprises you with its unrelenting strength and wisdom. There were friends I made when I was little&#8230;ones I had a sleepover with, where I promptly went off to sleep, only to be woken [&#8230;]]]></description>
		
		
		
		
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