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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...

Broken Moon

I walked..
Through the night.
Being aware..
That this night..
Will be gone too soon.
The silence resurrecting…
The heart beats conflicting..
The steps followed..
Tears gulped as swallowed.
Laughter echoes..
Awkwardly knows..
The distant breeze…
Covering up unease.
Darkness confides..
Momentum hides..
I don’t want to go…
As the shadow walks beside me…
It’s not what you see..
I will always be there..
And more than anything ..
You have to outreach thee.
Broken is the moon..
Broken falls in tune.
But though broken..
The shining token..
Always defeats the unspoken me.

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