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Why I Use A Pen-name

A pen-name, nom de plume, or literary double is a made up name used by authors who want to conceal their true identity or real name, or even, those, who like me, find it way more cooler to sign books or pieces of our writing with a pen-name. Though I am proud of the name…

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This Home Of Yours

This poem is dedicated to all those who have, and still are selflessly caring for us during that pandemic time. To my mother. To everyone else who love like a mother. To Mother Earth. Happy Mother’s Day to everyone. This Home Of Yours Mothers know every parts of their child, Reared under the hands of…

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Awareness In Times Of Chaos

Awareness In Times Of Chaos Awareness is a form of meditation, of being inspired, of triggering the emotion of peace, love, and freedom. Awareness, I believe, is the most powerful and sane experience that a living being can have, though I’ve never understood why is it so difficult to attain, but also, why is it…

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Robots’ Mind

“I wanted to write about what might go through the mind of a robot. In the end this piece partly came out as an absurdist fiction.” Robot’s Mind Trichia Pride dreamt of a life where she would be cared for, and with sets of instructions pre-programmed in her mind processor. She dreamt of that kind…

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The Cure

A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity – Franz Kafka Today, while writing this post, the house is very calm. My mother’s-in-law radio is off, my husband has taken my sons to the barbershop, and only the chirps of different birds, the windy weather, the shuffling of the leaves of trees, and some muffled…

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Mother’s Day Mini Poems

If you’ve enjoyed the pieces that I have written for Mother’s Day, here are two links to poems that I wrote so as to celebrate motherhood: My Mom, The Wren Thank u Mother

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Poetry Shower

My soul only craves poetry lately. Writing fiction takes a lot of my time – re-writes, re-reads, and re-edits… lots of struggle, only to find that I don’t bring anything new to the table; that what I write has already been written by others; that my ideas are not at all ingenious. So I guess…

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What Calms Me

There are those sceneries, people, and actions that naturally appease my mind when things go wrong, or when life seem so frightening. And in the end, I’ll tell to myself that no matter what, the beauty of nature remains there for us all to appreciate existence. What Calms Me The scenery of Little birds fledlingAnd…

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A Period Of Intense Reflection

Last year I wrote this ‘essay’ to submit to a writing competition that was organised around the theme ‘personal Covid-19 lockdown experience’. Perhaps too flowery and too difficult to read and badly written; or even not at all prosaic, which is how an essay should be written — this piece was not chosen. Nevermind, I…

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Yielders

Yielders

“I know that this story has the same ending as fleece; I know that I can’t help myself from always writing about the dark and the white and polarities, but I just hope that the middle of the story is different, I always hope that the plot is different.” Yielders The woods, being mystical and…

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