Worth

I know you get the urge sometimes to cry out, to vent. You seek an ear; any pair will do. The thing is the ears you crave are the ones that refused to hear you out in the first place. They are the source of your pain. But any ear does not, in fact, do.…

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Matter

Sometimes relationships become all about give and take. Or just give and give. Or just take and take. Scriptures tell us that we must not desire, we must not expect. But is that achievable when you do something for someone? Do you wish sometimes that what you did was not reciprocated in materialistic things, but…

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You, I, We and Maybe

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Random Gyan #33|| The Right Company

Have you ever had that one friend, or several, who brighten up your day with their mere existence? A friend who would call you names on your face because they love you and you know that’s how they love you? A friend who you know you can call at three in the morning just to…

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Love = Poison

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A Touch

A touch – it has a language of its own. One touch conveys friendship with a handshake, The other anger with a slap on the face. A touch coveys trust With a tiny clasp around your finger, And yet another, comfort When grief weighs down your shoulders. And one touch is all it takes To…

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Karma and Workout

Beep, beep, beep, beep… “Oh, will you shut it up?” He grunts into the pillow where his face is buried. She fumbles in the near dark of the room, groping for her phone and with the familiarity of someone who’s done the same thing too many times before, turns off the alarm. All is quiet again.…

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Itch

This itch Hurts, Suffocates, Bleeds. This itch I’ll scratch Till I reveal What’s hidden Underneath. All your Excuses; All your Pretences, I’ll scratch, Scratch, Scratch, Till nought remains Of your conjectures And your lofty disdain. What are you? Only a scab I want rid of. A reminder of A deleterious past; A fetid pus Born…

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