musings of an insomniac

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passion. lust. the fire.

passion. lust. the fire.

By Arti Honrao on April 23, 2022
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the disruption

the disruption

By Arti Honrao on April 22, 2022
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the act

the act

By Arti Honrao on April 21, 2022
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still there

still there

By Arti Honrao on April 20, 2022
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go away ...

go away ...

By Arti Honrao on April 19, 2022
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safe

safe

By Arti Honrao on April 18, 2022
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... in suffering and pain

... in suffering and pain

By Arti Honrao on April 17, 2022
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being in love

being in love

By Arti Honrao on April 16, 2022
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making ends meet

making ends meet

By Arti Honrao on April 15, 2022
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no labels

no labels

By Arti Honrao on April 14, 2022
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seven dates

seven dates

By Arti Honrao on April 13, 2022
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he loved her ... no matter what.

he loved her ... no matter what.

By Arti Honrao on April 12, 2022
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the dark.

the dark.

By Arti Honrao on April 11, 2022
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still friends.

still friends.

By Arti Honrao on April 10, 2022
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one day at a time...

one day at a time...

By Arti Honrao on April 09, 2022
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breathe...

breathe...

By Arti Honrao on April 08, 2022
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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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