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Friendly Addiction: Unlimited Interactions

  In life, we get all kinds of friends, some close, some closer, some strangers, some travelers. In my experience, at one point in my life, I had more than 500 friends, during my school days back in Carmel Convent School, Hamirpur, Rourkela. My parents would constantly see me getting phone calls, and visitors independent of their demographics.      My father would smile and say, "Jenny, are you an IAS officer?, that you get so many calls in a day?" . I used to laugh in response and say, "Paa, they all want me to solve their problems, and I love the attention".     How did this happen?, it didn't happen when I started school, trust me, I was really shy, hardly talking and surprisingly even my teachers in kindergarten had escalated issues, stating that I don't even show classwork to teachers during the class. I was the youngest, in my father's family and I had a total of 6 elder cousins to look upto, including my elder brother. When I started school...

There Is More


Behind a shut door,
Inside an empty store,
Between the pieces tore,
Beyond the pompous shore,
There is more.
Underneath the laughing roar,
Tripped out a hidden tear.
Filling up an outrageous air,
Climbing down the rusty stair.
There is more.
A heart gone sore,
Or A soul driven tour,
Eyes turned sour,
Or A ripped off core.
But still there is more.
Never left before,
Walked out the door,
Tears touched the floor,
Standing there ignore,
Memories riving galore,
Yet there will be more.

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