musings of an insomniac

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sea waves crashed on the shore...

sea waves crashed on the shore...

By Arti Honrao on April 07, 2022
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Musings of an Insomniac

Musings of an Insomniac

By Arti Honrao on April 06, 2022
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marital rape

marital rape

By Arti Honrao on April 05, 2022
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it happens again.

it happens again.

By Arti Honrao on April 04, 2022
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once upon a time

once upon a time

By Arti Honrao on April 03, 2022
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it was not her fault...

it was not her fault...

By Arti Honrao on April 02, 2022
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their journey

their journey

By Arti Honrao on April 01, 2022
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because he loved her

because he loved her

By Arti Honrao on March 20, 2022
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she remembers...

she remembers...

By Arti Honrao on March 18, 2022
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her demon slayer

her demon slayer

By Arti Honrao on March 14, 2022
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few seconds of bliss

few seconds of bliss

By Arti Honrao on March 09, 2022
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जपलं जितकं जपता आलं...

जपलं जितकं जपता आलं...

By Arti Honrao on February 04, 2022
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time after time

time after time

By Arti Honrao on January 29, 2022
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marionette

marionette

By Arti Honrao on December 03, 2021
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trapped.

trapped.

By Arti Honrao on October 22, 2021
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silence...

silence...

By Arti Honrao on July 31, 2021
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There are so many things in life we cannot explain, so many things we wish we never have to explain. There are times when we wish we could just break free, forget what matters, walk into the darkness, steal ourselves away from everything and everyone. It is about how we deal with such moments, is what life is made up of. It is our attitude that defines who we are.

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the voice

I lay in bed curled up like a foetus why? I ask why does it matter? is it worth? I wonder. things happen - they leave imprints on the mind; ...

musings of an insomniac



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