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Just a skyrim fanfiction. From lost journals of the last dragonborn. It might be obscure for those who have not played the game. Probably will write a..
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I have always secretly hated the word 'also'. The word so innocuously pejorative, innocently offensive, that it almost always escapes one's notice. I ..
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I grew up in house with a solitary chair. It was the one in the room of my second maternal uncle - the one who made living by fixing radios back then...
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In my whole life I have written only one single journal entry, that was when my maternal grandfather died. He was hunchbacked, blind in one eye, untre..
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I always negotiate with silences. I always found silences to be ominous - not in a big way, but in a way of feeling trapped by forces I did not unders..
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It was years before the red wall of West Bengal would fall that I was waiting for the girl who would become my wife, ex-wife, and one of my best frien..
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On one of the weekends during my semester long stay in Rovereto, I took a trip to Bologna to meet my friend A. In the evening we had ventured towards ..
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A solitary girl, standing in the middle of a drizzle against any backdrop with her back to you, comes closest to a pure idea. You should not slap a fa..
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A slice of life journey crossing decades and continents told in snapshots.
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