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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...

Uproot

Fingers told the story,
That hands couldn’t feel.
Jitters over the story,
Lonely minds would steal.
Hidden behind the veil..
Stood a poetic remorse,
That pierced ceasing a course,
Glitters molded the story,
That tears couldn’t reveal.
Courage butchered the story,
Where fear couldn’t heal.
Uprooted was a glory,
With only a scar to seal.
Fallen guards thereby kneel..
Getting beheaded with steel.

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