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She was that disposable paper cup you use to quench your thirst with, once, but wouldn’t keep next to your expensive china. She was disposable. She was that summer fling in a tank top and a racy bikini who you took to your hotel room but never to your parents. She was easy. She was that bonus recharge coupon you spent sexting with but wouldn’t spend a penny buying flowers for. She was cheap. Now that disposable, easy, cheap girl is back, waiting, no doubt, to be disposed of again, but braving it all just for your single glimpse. Why? Because trusting someone isn’t easy; she trusted you. Because there’s nothing cheap about loving someone; she loved you. But mostly because for some feelings can’t just be disposed of. So while she is disposable to you, she still isn’t over you. #poetry #heatbreak #easygirl #cheapgirl #thepraditachronicles.com #disposable #discard #dumped

How do you eradicate patriarchy from a country where the women themselves wish to remain a part of it, in the name of culture and customs? . . . Where a 'celibate god' is considered a 'legal person' , is allowed rights to keep his temple 'clean of women' , and even gets representation from a lawyer in a court of law, whereas living women have no support or say in the matter? . . . #womenempowerment #indiannews #timesofindia #sabarimalaverdict #patriarchy #equalrights #righttoworship #womnesrights #India #thetruthofindia #indianritualism #indiancustoms #indianculture #menstruationtaboos #womennotallowedtoworship

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Time has ceased to exist for me. I traverse the path between life and death everyday, unwelcome by both the living and the dead. Chafed by my own breath, I choke on the air that you breathe because most of me is still a work-in-progress. Or was. I shall never improve now, I shall never grow. Growing, ageing, is not for me. My skin is a collage of the deceased – grotesque, half mine, half hide from a dead carcass. My organs borrowed from cadavers, my blood of a pig’s and the hair a whore’s discarded prop. In my borrowed existence, the only thing that is truly mine is my soul. For days I have roamed like a cypher, purposeless, ceaseless, stuck between two times. I curse my maker for having made me human-like for whenever I have tried to kill myself, cowardice pulls me away from the brink. My survival instinct sows seeds of hope, plaguing me with rosy visions. I then live in a dream world of my own making where I wait for someone to discover me. Till the screams of some child, some woman, in a dark alley, on a cloudy night, shatters those visions and I am thrown back into the reality of this lurid world. I am a solitary creature and to solitude I have been condemned for my singular appearance endears me to no one. I am a paradox because I long for both death and companionship. I am a creature born free of the limitations of disease and dying and yet, I am incarcerated within my own skin. What is the point of my existence? Why drag me out of the peace of eternal slumber only to relegate me to an object that haunts the sleep of others? Who should I call to answer my questions? Which God do I pray to for salvation? I have never sinned but I was conceived in the sin of pride, thus damning me from inception. Does that even make me capable of salvation? Whom shall I call a friend? (continued in the comments section) #darkwritings #frankensteinsmonster #frankenstein #monster #creature #creativewriting #horrorstories

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This is why I love walking by myself. You notice everything... Like these tiny ones 🐌🕷️🕸️🐛 #wildlifephotography #morningwalk #walksinnature #naturewatch #nature_shots #naturephotos #naturelovers #wildlifeindia #wildlifeig #amateurphotographer #ilovenature #snailsofig #bugsofig #spiders #gardensnails

I'm embarking on a new journey aboard the #Ibis. Who's coming? #ibistrilogy #amitavghoshbook #seaofpoppies #bookworm #bookobsessed #booklover #bibliophile #bookaholic #booknerd

When the outside world is more interesting than the words you're writing. . . . Yes, that's a shameless, pathetic excuse for posting a selfie. 😂🙈😁 #selfieexcuse #momswhoblog #shamelessvanity #writerlife

Nature always amazes me. Look how carefully it has crafted this exquisite creature! Delicate wings that feel like wisps of air stretched onto a web of veins, a round ball for a head carefully attached to its body, and that beautiful, beautiful tail. I've always loved dragonflies for the beauty of their shape. Little did I know that these dainty things are one of the best fliers in the world too. Yes, nature amazes me! #dragonflies #naturewatch #praditakapahi #ontheblog #ontheblogtoday #insectsofinstagram #insectphotography #dragonflyphotography #ilovenature #bugwatching #bugwatch #littlelivesmatter #nature_shots #naturephotos

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