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Im/personal Intimacies

As a young adult, I loved being on the stage. I was on the stage during the morning assembly, giving high pitched speeches or reading...

Do people really want you to be happy?

I am happy for you. There is something very indifferent about this statement. Someone who says this is definitely not happy for me. None...

Once upon a Raspberry Soda

I want to go to Marine Drive. A part of me that lives in the past spoke out aloud as I left an event in South Bombay. Why? Didn't you...

Purpose

Abhishek Anicca Your purpose is to find fallen leaves of autumn and choose one big enough to write a letter to the bereaved heart of...

Four Sunday Poems

Cheat Days / Abhishek Anicca On Sundays, I eat everything from Monday to Friday, even Thursday which makes me bloated. On Sundays, There...

For your mental health

Abhishek Anicca I hope you have a friend with you. Friends would be better. I hope you have a lover or a loved one staying by your side,...

Longings of a democracy

Three poems by Abhishek Anicca All roads lead to Gandhi Maidan I once saw a man bare footed holding a flag, walking, walking on...

Prescription for sad souls

Abhishek Anicca Write a letter, send a message find a friend, or an acquaintance tell them to hold your hand. There is no shame in...

The great algorithmic trap

Mr. Kuhad, that's enough. I found myself mumbling to nobody as the ninth song of Mr. Kuhad echoed in my room. Which song was it? I don't...

A stranger in town

I think I am losing my grip over the idea of time. It has been almost one month since I came to Bengaluru. One whole month. I was...

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