Aren't songs of grief lullabies to the lost?
I remember picking up my first book at the young age of seven, and since then, I have spent time wandering in the realms of ink and paper; and now, when the wordsmiths have plowed enough kingdoms in my head, I want to step out in the concrete world and pen some of them down.
So, here I am, with a journal and some ink, to bleed out fires and then decorate the flames with molten gold. It’s going to be an enthralling journey, join in!
— Gauri Walecha
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≻: The Return of Spring
When the dawn arrives next look it in the eye ask it about its whereabouts know it was birthed out of your darkness. When the…
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The Rain
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≻: The RainWhen an early July rainhits the porchwith its first few weak drops,you know new stories are knocking on your doorbut you fear it to be…
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≻: I need your ideas
I am still deep into my struggle with Anorexia and getting my life back on track but that doesn’t take away from how important it…


