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Gurpreet Kaur
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Winter Morning (1)
As I stood at the sidewalk waiting for a cab to get to work this foggy morning, he trotted up from nowhere and stopped right next to me staring philosophically ahead. I could picture an image of two old souls, in a parallel universe somewhere, sharing a cig...

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Pain
I can sense its sting through my tears. I can discern its overcast
piercing through my laughter. I am mildly conscious of its weight as I strain
to smile. I can taste it's remnants as I swallow the lump in my throat as I try to focus
on work. I grapple with...

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Pain
I can sense its sting through my tears, I can discern its overcast
piercing through my laughter, I am mildly conscious of its weight as I strain
to smile, I can taste it's remnants as I swallow the lump in my throat as I try to focus
on work, I grapple with...

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My life in a nutshell
Life is a tug of war between acute cravings to remain buried in a fetal position under ponderous layers of blanket tucked away smugly in its much affirmed impregnability and  between a fathomless longing to lie sprawled under an open sky with arms spread ou...

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Love, marriage, etc.
Though I am well aware (or
that’s what I would like to think) of where the proverbial shoe pinches, I
would prefer to dodge the hat of an agony aunt when it comes to all affairs
love and marriage. The point being…this blogpost must be saved from the dangers...

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A Quiet Diwali
Four of us with our collective loss, twelve lamps, a quiet
dinner comprising of a folksy menu and a monophonic prayer that’s sacrosanct yet
serene. The celebration of Diwali in my family now is a reticent affair, an aberration
from the usually clamorous con...

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Why I write or make art
Wonder why I write. And I think I know. I had an inner voice that was my best guide before reason and emotions kicked in. The inner voice was first callously squashed and smothered between the tug of war that pits watertight reason against sweeping emotions...
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