Manufactured God

Once upon a time, glorious man ruled this world, Blessed he was with brains, beauty, knowledge & culture. Till throw away all his bounty he did, And enslave himself to his own creation sordid – Money. Now money determines what and where we read, Or if we’ll end up as bums on the street. Money…

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My Universe

  Forget about all roads leading to you. You’re not just a destination; You’re my whole universe. Copyright ©2018 Pradita Kapahi. All rights reserved. Image Source: Robert Kaufamn Fabrics

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WHY SARCASM DOES NOT MAKE YOU WITTY

Originally posted on Candles Online:
“She’s so fat even a hippo would look slimmer than her.” “I thought I was looking at a blackhole!” “Dodos aren’t extinct. I’m looking at one.” “Looks like the waiter went off to grow those coffee beans.” And the quintessential Indian snark – “Arey kahan mar gaya?” (Where did you go…

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Inertia

I remember that day vividly. It was the middle of summer and it was hot, so hot that the tank top I wore clung to me like a second skin. I remember idly musing that I might have to scrape it off me at the end of the day. Even the tendrils of my ever…

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