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5d ago

On Making Your Own Bouquet

Somedays, they will bring you flowers, Neatly arranged in a bouqet They will bring it to you at the airport, They will place it in your…

On Making Your Own Bouquet

Vishal

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Nov 4

Of Soil, Children and Aimless Wandering

Essay 2: Embedded landscapes, several reasons why I think landscapes embed in all our acts, even play

Of Soil, Children and Aimless Wandering

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Nov 1

Of Soil, Children and Aimless Wandering

Essay 1: The Encounter

Of Soil, Children and Aimless Wandering

Vishal

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Oct 31

Thankgod I walked, I can Sleep.

Act I, Scene 1

Thankgod I walked, I can Sleep.

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Oct 26

Charcoal Smudges that Loosened My Wrists and Emboldened My Thoughts

If you were asked Rub the willow charcoal on paper to draw 30 landscape frames in 24 hours, for 30 days, you’d run to the deadline and…

Charcoal Smudges that Loosened My Wrists and Emboldened My Thoughts

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Oct 25

Why I write. Why It Rains.

I have a flower that has bloomed in the clefts of my brain, and its fragrance is trapped inside of my skull, I want to crack it open to…

Why I write. Why It Rains.

Vishal

Vishal

Letting the grit accumulated in the clefts of my brain melt and then bleed through my finger tips, onto the keyboard and flow to you.

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