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god's hand around a bulb creative photograph for scottshak's short story

The Question

The ailing boy turned restlessly in his bed. The darkness of the room felt heavy. Thoughts of his past sufferings returned. He had been subjected to so many body scans that he had lost count of them. Thousands of needles had pierced him. Injections—once his

girl holding a toy for scottshak's musing

It is Personal

I often think about how every experience that you have ever encountered, remains entirely yours. Nothing in the world can ever come close to understanding it. No one can fathom the nitty-gritty of what you are going through or what you went through. Sure, they

painting by Nikolai Yaroshenko for Scottshak's musing

14 Years of Pathos

Emotions generally begin to impress on you at a very tender age. I was fortunate to have developed that appetite up young. Some might call it a curse to understand and feel for the characters of stories so early. But I have always treated wisdom

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Train of Thought

As Vivek eagerly awaited his delayed train on the platform, he couldn’t help but wonder about his profound love for train journeys. He tried to recollect how it was never just about the mode of travel as a child, but rather the entire immersive experience

clothesline image for scottshak poem by kuntal Biswas

Clothesline

A family of clothesHanging out in the sun,Taking in all the light,With it, the delightAnd the warmth of kinship.Unclipped for freedom,Jiving to the tunes of the wind,Rising and fallingWith the ocean waves. Failed to noticeA gust of wind,Blowing a shirt downWhere it lies with the

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Kill Your Fixations

I have noticed that no one sticks to their obsessions for a longer duration of time. We might be crazy about one thing, give it a few months or years for that to matter, and suddenly, you are over it. There have been many instances

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Turning Things Around

Recently, I got to visit a dhām, a sacred place where devotees throng in large numbers. Since it is quite popular, being squashed by people is obligatory. The experience that was supposed to be rewarding on day one ended up being sour, due to the

your embrace poem minimalist sketch for scottshak's poem

Your Embrace

This body might’ve embraced many,But nothing compares to your warm caress,All the cells in my body affirm,They sing love songs of yoreWhose tremors are felt underneath the layersRight where the soul lurks –It feels at peaceThat it often forgets exists,Every organ prepares to mergeTo unite

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The Writer Who Doesn’t Write

So many words in my mouthThat don’t come out,When there is so much to say,I choose to obeyMy lethargic mindThat tries to findReasons to not pick up my pen,While all my menWait for a storyAround a campfire of glory,That were to put me on a

samosa poem in hindi

समोसा

ए समोसे!उधर अकेले क्यों खड़ा है?आज फिर से आलू खा कर तेरा पेट बड़ा है।जरा इधर भी तो आ,वह आलू हमें भी तो चखा!पापी तो बस पेट है, हमने थोड़ी ही कोई पाप किया है,पापी तो तू है, जो सामने आ कर भी अपनी ज़िद