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one last time

one last time

By Arti Honrao on July 18, 2021
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it is okay...

it is okay...

By Arti Honrao on July 04, 2021
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within

within

By Arti Honrao on June 16, 2021
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storm...

storm...

By Arti Honrao on June 13, 2021
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unbreakable

unbreakable

By Arti Honrao on June 08, 2021
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the horses are mine...

the horses are mine...

By Arti Honrao on June 06, 2021
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pretend...

pretend...

By Arti Honrao on June 05, 2021
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it's time, love...

it's time, love...

By Arti Honrao on May 30, 2021
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Life

Life

By Arti Honrao on May 02, 2021
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silent night

silent night

By Arti Honrao on April 19, 2021
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shattered dream

shattered dream

By Arti Honrao on April 12, 2021
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photo album

photo album

By Arti Honrao on April 07, 2021
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Floating Aloof...

Floating Aloof...

By Arti Honrao on April 04, 2021
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the voice

the voice

By Arti Honrao on March 23, 2021
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Abortus

Abortus

By Arti Honrao on March 11, 2021
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Father and Son

Father and Son

By Arti Honrao on March 05, 2021
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it's love...

it's love...

By Arti Honrao on March 03, 2021
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reborn

reborn

By Arti Honrao on March 01, 2021
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alive once ...

alive once ...

By Arti Honrao on February 12, 2021
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memories

memories

By Arti Honrao on February 07, 2021
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it is not always possible
to put a smile on the face
and smell the flowers;
it is okay, sometimes,
to curl up in bed,
pull up the covers over the head
and hide from the world.
that's how
caterpillars transform into butterflies.

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still friends.

from holding hands on way to school  from sharing notes in college from supporting each other  during their break-ups from being the best ma...

musings of an insomniac



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