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Broken

After all that has happened I can’t find it in me to hate this place
To point fingers
To let go of all that pent-up frustration.
When I walk these corridors
I remember the bittersweet moments as nostalgia quietly creeps up on me
I’m somehow still here
When everyone else isn’t
Nothing much has changed about me
Except maybe my body
And the fact that I now care about awesome views and flowers and weird trees and poems and cute tea cups and baking.
Everything else is still the same.
Everyone around me keeps evolving
Keeps changing…
I want to whisper to them ‘Wait for me’
And sometimes I’m forced to do a little math in my head
Also forcing me to realize that time has indeed passed.
I still can’t hate this place
So…
When I look at this tea cup that my mother had stashed away for years in an abandoned cupboard,
I try to imagine someone else’s life
Just a bit broken like this tea cup,
but…
I am also reminded of my own.
‘Just make sure you notice the collateral beauty’ or something like that ????????

Some coffee

I Love Tea

Most of us remember the first time we rode a bicycle. That moment you looked back and realized nobody was holding it and you were riding it, when you knew it was all you. That rush when you realize a warm feeling is spreading from your chest to the tips of your toes – a feeling you can only describe as being free.

There exist a million moments like these, ones we want to relive again and again. Keepsakes and rituals are the closest we get to experience a moment like that all over.

For my parents, one such ritual was sharing a cup of coffee at 8 p.m., every day. Watching them throw their everything into enjoying that moment made me want to experience it too.

This is the story about that anti-climatic coffee moment and how I found my true love in a cup of tea, despite being raised in a coffee-obsessed culture.

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I see the world being slowly transformed into a wilderness;

I hear the approaching thunder that, one day, will destroy us too.

I feel the suffering of millions.

And yet, when I look up at the sky,

I somehow feel that everything will change for the better,

that this cruelty too shall end,

that peace and tranquility will return once more.

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  • I’m tired & hungry.
  • I need to sleep.
  • But there’s still so much to do.
  • Welcome to my world.

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This is my first post

So you’ve finally decided to become a blogger…

You want a life where no one will have the right to tell you what to do, how to do it, and when to do it

That’s what we all want, right? And the truth is that blogging can afford us such freedoms and luxuries.

But in order to be able to get there, we need to make sure that what we’re doing is done right.

 

So after you’ve set up your blog, you’ll need to start writing posts. Your first blog post will serve as the primary basis of your blogging business. Get it wrong and you’re doomed to fail. But if you get it right, you’ll lay the proper foundation for success.

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