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mermaidspen · 10 days
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The survival instinct is a curse
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mermaidspen · 11 days
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I love going through Instagram archives. To live the exact same moment, to feel the exact emotion I felt while uploading that story.... LOVELY.
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mermaidspen · 13 days
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Use it as a prompt
What strategies do you use to cope with negative feelings? I weave the feeling into a poem and let it go. Negative feelings/things others said about me never bothered me initially. But recently I found myself looking at just the negative side of things and that made me miserable. Since last year I was struggling with the same, then decided to use it as a prompt and now I’m way better. How do…
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mermaidspen · 18 days
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A book store
Where would you go on a shopping spree? While writing my response to the prompt, I am looking at the books I got from an Art exhibition this evening :)) Let me share some of them A sneak peek into my day 
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mermaidspen · 25 days
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February archives
January was such a long month and February was over within a week! Anyways, I started February on a lighter note, went to weddings, ate a lot, visited home then got sick and had an extra day to read ;)) Tell me how your month was and how the weather is in your area? Here winter is not done with the snow yet ❄️ You can find them on Instagram. Loved the products Weeding bells I went to this…
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mermaidspen · 1 month
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Home; Limerick
What bores you? I’m always bored among a sea of people. I prefer solitude or the company of someone who is less interested in gossip and more in nature. On a very unrelated note, read this Limerick ;)) There once was a house full of light,where laughter takes flight,the walls were alive,hearts waiting to thrive,Home- where dreams hug me tight. ©2024 mermaidspen
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mermaidspen · 1 month
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Kate Baer, from And Yet: Poems; “Idea”
[Text ID: “I will enjoy this life. I will open it like a peach in season, suck the juice from every finger, run my tongue over my chin. I will not worry about clichés or uninvited guests peering in my windows. I will love and be loved. Save and be saved a thousand times. I will let the want into my body, bless the heat under my skin. My life, I will not waste it. I will enjoy this life.”]
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Topaz Winters, from "Cherry Blossoms"
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“Abundance” by Amy Schmidt, published in Rattle January 20, 2019
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mermaidspen · 1 month
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nobody can disappoint me more than myself.
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Leila Chatti, from "Postcard from Gone"
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mermaidspen · 2 months
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Children - A token of freedom of choice
I sense a change of heartthe sight of little hands,My sister is strugglingbut the world says, “it’s alright”;Children: token of freedom of choice.Wanted but not by all. © 2024 mermaidspen
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mermaidspen · 2 months
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Mamihlapinatapai
Eyes do meet,in the silent plea,no need for dialects,a medium or the translator.Eyes speak,loud and clearbold and unaware,of what is about tounfold. ~Kajal, Mamihlapinatapai © 2024 mermaidspen
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mermaidspen · 2 months
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Your eating habits make you who you are.
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mermaidspen · 2 months
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Conversations around food/talks over stuffed plates/food- overflowing/heart - unsatisfied/they say food embodies culture/food- a window to one's soul/my mother loves cooking/always preparing something new/so that we all/can eat out of excitement/filling my bags/well aware/I have no space/to carry all this love/cooked in centuries old pots/my bags crying for help/year after year/she makes besan laddos for me/just the way I like them/does she share my liking? No/she won't/This reassurance/in knowing/that I'll always have her love/sometimes in the form of stuffed tiffins/other times in old recipes/that I'm finally paying attention to.
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mermaidspen · 2 months
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Nothing is in my hands.
The days keep passing
chilling winds,
day by day.
I yearn to see the Sun.
To get up and bathe in its glory.
The food tastes the same.
It is a chore to cook
to clean,
everyday, everytime
and then clean again.
And then nothing makes sense.
All I have is the memory,
of the Sun.
~Kajal, The Unbearable lightness of Being
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mermaidspen · 2 months
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February
January was longer and colder than ever. It finally snowed yesterday only, almost a month later than the scheduled time. And the world is beautiful again:)) Visited this cute park with my friends Lohri celebrations, Dharamshala A heartfelt Memoir. This book is worth the hype. Collected these beautiful leaves at my grandparent’s house. Republic Day Celebrations. First snowfall scenes from…
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