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What Wordsworth’s daffodils whispered to me-

I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o’er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay:Ten thousand saw…
SCIENCE AND CREATIVITY

“That’s why its brilliant. Coz it is so pathetically dim-witted.” -J.K Rowling. I figured I hated science early on. How the gravitational forces work round the moon and the physics of trajectories. Nevertheless, I admired the moon, its an EMOTION in itself, and my trajectory of thoughts took me to the deepest secrets of the…
“Why do you dance?”

“Why do you dance?” they ask. Why? That’s the question, is it? Just because. Because it makes me happy. Because, it is a state of BEING. Just because it’s the one thing that crosses space and time, like love. It’s the closest thing to magic; it IS the Big magic. Like taking in a breath…

A Faraway LandFebruary 12, 2026
I’m NOT ‘The Chosen One’. She’d repeated those words to herself every night when shadows advised her to have enough nerve to dream. Dreams were a privilege, nightmares however, came as a free offer with life. As she tossed and turned in her bed, begging for sleep to pay a brief visit, her mom’s face… Read more: A Faraway Land
The Invisible InkDecember 13, 2025
I am immortal. What am I? A faerie? A vampire? A Fate? Just an aspiring artist. Artists, one of the emerging immortal kinds who mortals claim have clocks with chimes so many that not a single of them matters. Every strike in the clock of this kind’s life is as insignificant as their work. Mortals,… Read more: The Invisible Ink
Table for two, Coffee for oneDecember 6, 2025
Damn, she’s fast. I stand there gasping for breath as she runs round the park beneath the star-lit sky, singing to the shadows. The moon is directly overhead now and Mars looks at me with a bright red smile that my paranoid brain decodes as danger. The air has an unnerving chill, or maybe it’s… Read more: Table for two, Coffee for one
Do I know me?October 10, 2025
There are two things you need to know about me. I never lie, and I can’t dance. Shit. I stand there frozen solid, absolutely clueless and inevitably doomed. The lights shine red into my eyes, beckoning danger. The stage pulls at my ankles and consumes me into darkness. And yet, why do a hundred lights… Read more: Do I know me?
The last teenSeptember 9, 2025
Nineteen, the frosting said. “Fuck,” I thought as the clock chimed twelve. I believed one stopped aging after eighteen. After stepping into the so called ‘you are on your own from now’ phase of life. And yet, the candle burned brighter than the confusion of excitement and fear in my heart. I cut through the… Read more: The last teen

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