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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...

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A writer 
is alone
walks home
with footsteps
following 
sleeps alone
beside
a noisy
window
that gets louder
when it rains
talks to people
that don't exist
makes conversations
with people from the 
past
asks questions
not wishing for answers
gets slammed doors
for annoying neighbors
reads books
overlooking shadows
in their own world
they are prisoners
that give out symbols
by writing on walls
for other's to read 
and know what's the price
of being free




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