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Melodies and Harmonies : An Anthology
One book, 55 emerging writers. Love, creation, death, regret, discovery and terror, sirens, ghosts, monsters, and humans. This is who we are. These are the stories we tell. Bookmarked With Bliss presents Melodies and Harmonies, an anthology of creative non-fiction, speculative and literary fiction, and poetry. Read us. Be moved. Book details –Compiler : Bookmarked…
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Sound of Silence: An Anthology
One book, 45 emerging writers. Love, creation, death, regret, discovery and terror, sirens, ghosts, monsters, and humans. This is who we are. These are the stories we tell. Bookmarked With Bliss presents Sound of Silence, an anthology of creative non-fiction, speculative and literary fiction, and poetry. Read us. Be moved. Book details –Compiler : Bookmarked…
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Let’s Talk Periods, With Our Sons
14-year-old Nidhi was playing hopscotch with her best friend. She was having a churning stomachache that day and was feeling lethargic. “What are you doing Nidhi? Play properly.” Yelled Ananya. “I am not feeling very well today.” Nidhi said holding her belly. Suddenly, Ananya screamed looking at Nidhi’s crotch. There were red blood stains on…
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Sparkles of Life
Sparkles of life is a book compiled by Shruthi Abhinaya, with seventy-five co-author’s emotions penned down in the form of words. It is not just a book, it is the dream of all 75 co-authors. A book that remains an example of unity in diversity, as all the writeups compiled in this book are written…
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A Love Story
He was alone, lived in solitary.He met her.They fell in love.They got married.They prayed for each other’s good life.They loved each other.They saw all the highs and lows together.They had children.Their children grew up.Their children left the nest one by one.Their children settled in their own lives.They still lived happily with each other.They loved each…
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Food for ‘Baby’ thought
I miss Breastfeeding days badly because there was a connection with my kiddo that is absent now. Naaaayyyy!!!! Truth is breastmilk was the only food that my kid would gulp down happily. No tantrums, no making faces, no running away, no mess. Irrespective of whatever I stuffed in my belly, the recipe would always turn…
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In My Memories
Wounds in my heart will heal with time, But there will be some scars left behind. There was so much to say, but you were short of time. The alternating line going straight is etched in my mind. I clutched your hand tight but still you left, I saw you going, I stood there bereft.…
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Friendship Day – 2020
It’s been long, we saw each other face to face,Remember that party, when we rocked on the bass. After-parties were a crème de la crème with you,In the name of heart to heart, my brain you chew. We would spend hours chattering like gossip-mongers,Relished the 2 min noodles, calming pangs of late-night hunger. And that…
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Happy Birthday Son
Its Kuku’s 3rd birthday and I am overwhelmed about how these years passed and we survived without going insane. Its not only his birthday but also 3 years of parenting journey that I feel was OK-ish-ly OK. Today morning, I wished Kuku a ‘Happy Birthday’ followed by an emotional monologue only to realize that everything…
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Not Guilty
A slice of cake topped with cream icing, It looks so yummy and lip smacking. The counter displayed all my fave, Let me take one, for long I have craved. I turn around licking the cream, only to find my gym trainer fuming.
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