Friday Monologue


I wish it was an eclipse – an evil collapse of the inevitable and an attempt to rise beyond the natural.

My wish is no one’s command, but it certainly is the ask of the hour. Not to unravel the blemishes of self but a plea to open those doors of vision for me to see through the turbulence and slowly inch towards the realm of possibilities.

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Flamboyance meets me, and I could be contagiously luring. It kind of comes off in my writing, as my stories of passion and indulgence unfold.

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