June 25, 2019
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Happy Dying
The uncharted time of my death is such an unsettling feeling for those who throng the hospital to be in that moment when I clock out. The hypocritical binaries muscle their way up over one another. From the sadness staged outside to the inside math on how soonest to how longest would it take to wrap up this dying thing.
Read moreThe Starving Street Artists
I had gotten free from work at the time just as planned, and had with me enough minutes by the hour to take a hurried trip to the āDilli Haatā. Something earthy to add around my collection of art was…
Read moreEnjoy The āMomās Dayāā¦But Do Not Forget The Dad Who Made You A Mom
Hey There! All you incredible Momsā¦A Happy, Happier, Happiest Motherās Day! Iāve been wanting to blog this for some time now. And somehow cannot dismiss from my mind any longer, something that may not be very appropriate for this day….
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