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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...

Unleashed

A tap on my shoulder..
Memoir from a hidden folder.
Re imagining again..
The infinite bargain.
Still cannot resist..
A prolonged wish list.
How louder can I scream…
In this ground breaking dream.
Words burst like fire…
Hold on this might be a satire.
Should I touch and confirm?
What if it vanishes as soon as I do..
Scintillating with the early morning dew..
Getting colder tonight..
Any kind of light is misdirection..
Time refuses correction.
The section where moon is lit..
Is all but an empty silver slit.
Dew melts on my face..
Soaking all over the remaining space.
Lies glitter like stars..
Unleashed scars.
Troubled as my hands finally reach out to..
Only to find..
The windy breeze did redo..
A similar tap on my shoulder.

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