Life
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Hello hello! Welcome to the next edition of my ‘SHE’ poems, the journey of a girl through the different phases of her life. She peers into the mirror, Golly, those dark circles could eclipse the moon she thinks. That wretched pimple hasn’t gone to her horror, Maybe it will vanish in a couple of blinks. …
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The mister and I are now two years old!!! *WOHOOOOO* I did a feature last year and spoke about being a “bride” and all the mushy stuff. This year things got real. Therefore, this year’s blog isn’t about how I became a bride and la-la, it’s more about how I am now a more evolved…
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I was a very imaginative child. One who wanted to be a million things at once. I wanted to be an Astronaut, a bus conductor, own a laundry service and be Miss India. As time passed, I became less imaginative, the box of reality surrounded me.
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On 18th September, 2o16 at 05:30 IST an Indian Army brigade was attacked by 4 armed militants or as the World calls them “Terrorists”. These terrorists who attacked these men were as they call themselves “Men of God” fighting for their right. They set fire to tents where Soldiers lay sleeping dreaming of their future…
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There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you’d better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you’ll never understand what it’s saying.
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Her mind is a beautiful place to be. Have a look…
MANASVI SHARMA BAWA 