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The Musing Quill

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Finally Home

Lived stranded, for far too long, accepting, all that came along until I met you! ♥ The moment I set eyes on you is the only moment I've lived in a long long time A nice warm feeling it was,... Continue Reading →

Long Lost

little things like secrets, like stories are bearers of poignant memories of sobs and smiles long lost  in the sands of time ♥ little things like secrets, like stories they make home and stay forever in some forgotten corner of the mind waiting to be sought and... Continue Reading →

Another Mistake?

Yes, it’s all about who’s stood by your side when you needed them the most. But what about those who chose to leave despite their wish to not do so. They had to, because that was best for you. That... Continue Reading →

Second Chances

She is on the brink of adulthood, with much that life can give her. If only she gave it a second chance. But will she? A friend's cousin, yet to be 16, attempted ending her life. I've never met or... Continue Reading →

Is there a limit?

“Is there a limit?” asked my friend who I happened to meet over the weekend. At 27, she is expecting her second baby. We studied chemical science together. Missing lectures, attending practicals which were few and far spaced in the... Continue Reading →

Eyes tell a story

"Why eyes?", asked he suddenly not so curious. "Why ever not", I enquired. Answering his less satisfied yet inquisitive look, "For the same reason as you may find lips or hair or general physique attractive", I finished. I find casual coffee talks quite... Continue Reading →

Thirteen Long Years

How anxious can you be about meeting someone? Is there a measure? And what makes the waiting furthermore unbearable - the person or the elapsed time? Have you felt that the waiting couldn't have gotten longer than at that moment?... Continue Reading →

On Writing Letters

"Oh, her? Writing letters is just her way to show off that she is better than others", said a colleague. The way words scar you and leave you hurting inside, only words can do. Sometimes, I wonder about things people talk. Mostly, when... Continue Reading →

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