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new, unused; you picked me up from quite a few parched with dust over them excited you were so was I to be selected after all. picture of me clicked, lights on and a perfect setup, you and me only with a cup of chai and not so bright lights. love thrill and excitement, the first chapter had it all, you read it and loved it, like never before. with the passing chapters the story slowed down, so did your reading speed, started forcing yourself, with tired face and sleepy eyes struggled just to move forward,a bit more, a page more, a chapter more. maybe you should have Let me go at that moment, but decided to hold. never did you forget to take out time for me, I have seen you crying smiling clinching to your pillow like a kid, also while reading when that pink blush slid. soon the story paced up again, there were ups Lows and heartbreaks, and you were sailing through them all, along with me. I was about to get over, we were about to end, you wanted me to be longer but the plot didn’t allow, you finished reading, you competed with me and you freed me, that was how I wanted it to end. now I am free I promise to be with you, through your lows and highs and smiles and cries, that’s why it’s always said, it all starts with a good book.
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May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 2:22 AM UTC
\book/• ~ anushka pandey✒️
Empty, light and dull, My school bag rests on one of the walls, Once full with books notebooks and pens, Now bear and deserted it looks small. Yesterday, while clearing my shelf, My class VIII classwork notebook popped up, Those were also the days, When our copies were neatly covered up. These days I sleep late at night because Now there is no waking up early rule, These days I wake up at nine, As now I am not running late for school. My wardrobe is full of colourful shirts But wearing the white one daily I miss, No sport shoe can ever match Wearing white PT shoes bliss. While searching for a bowl I found my Tiffin, But there was no lunch in it Also there aren’t those people around, Who jumped attacked and finished it within a minute. I still hear the interval bell, In front of my TV when I sit, I still hear those gossips and laughs, While finishing my meal, those several hands I miss. I was bored of studying the subject, But I had no water bottle to fill, And no school corridors to take a round, I realised it wasnt the fifth lesson in school, So I quietly turned back to my musics sound. Every time I doodle I remember bulletin board I remember my house duties Every time my nail grows It’s raining and snowing these days But nothing is as fresh as sitting next to the window in the class Blankets in Quilt dont allow us to get out of our beds, But nothing is as cosy asSitting on the seat at the last. Donning my new dress, I was getting my picture clicked, But it wasn’t as special as our last seat selfie, CCD’s coffee was also not able to, Match the taste of a canteen’s tea. I go out of my home several times, But never does it match the bunking thrill, I take various Scooty rides, But never am I able to showcase my reach school within five minutes skill. Every time I get a call from my classmate, Our whispers I miss, Every second every hour every day For those days to return I wish At 2:00 in the noon I go to bed for my nap I miss returning Home from school I wish those days could be swapped.. Sometimes we don’t realise How the smallest things have a large part to play And as the days passed, and time flies by, It’s only memories that we are left with to say. Every single thing at home Reminds me of school life I want to relive those golden days Just one more time. A couple of months from now We will officially be ex schoolites Teachers scoldings punishments and failures After that For every single moment we will strive.
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Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 7:09 PM UTC
A Normal Day- Anushka Pandey ©
Empty, light and dull, My school bag rests on one of the walls, Once full with books notebooks and pens, Now bear and deserted it looks small. Yesterday, while clearing my shelf, My class VIII classwork notebook popped up, Those were also the days, When our copies were neatly covered up. These days I sleep late at night because Now there is no waking up early rule, These days I wake up at nine, As now I am not running late for school. My wardrobe is full of colourful shirts But wearing the white one daily I miss, No sport shoe can ever match Wearing white PT shoes bliss. While searching for a bowl I found my Tiffin, But there was no lunch in it Also there aren’t those people around, Who jumped attacked and finished it within a minute. I still hear the interval bell, In front of my TV when I sit, I still hear those gossips and laughs, While finishing my meal, those several hands I miss. I was bored of studying the subject, But I had no water bottle to fill, And no school corridors to take a round, I realised it wasnt the fifth lesson in school, So I quietly turned back to my musics sound. Every time I doodle I remember bulletin board I remember my house duties Every time my nail grows It’s raining and snowing these days But nothing is as fresh as sitting next to the window in the class Blankets in Quilt dont allow us to get out of our beds, But nothing is as cosy asSitting on the seat at the last. Donning my new dress, I was getting my picture clicked, But it wasn’t as special as our last seat selfie, CCD’s coffee was also not able to, Match the taste of a canteen’s tea. I go out of my home several times, But never does it match the bunking thrill, I take various Scooty rides, But never am I able to showcase my reach school within five minutes skill. Every time I get a call from my classmate, Our whispers I miss, Every second every hour every day For those days to return I wish At 2:00 in the noon I go to bed for my nap I miss returning Home from school I wish those days could be swapped.. Sometimes we don’t realise How the smallest things have a large part to play And as the days passed, and time flies by, It’s only memories that we are left with to say. Every single thing at home Reminds me of school life I want to relive those golden days Just one more time. A couple of months from now We will officially be ex schoolites Teachers scoldings punishments and failures After that For every single moment we will strive.
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From time immemorial Its women, who have been supressed, Its high time For them to be addressed. Men are humans too Its not always a woman’s fault We need to change this mindset, Which has been set as default. From GHUNGATS to SHORTS Why are girls always blamed? From RAPES to EVE TEASING Why are they always put to blame? From administration till army Everywhere they are Still at the night Safety is a thing very far. From Sakshi Malik to Chanda Koecher From Indra Nooyi to Hima Das Why are women always scepticiced And not treated as something “KHAAS”? I know just writing poems or giving speeches, Wont make a difference any day, But a step ahead is always better than a pause, In a race towards equality, it may create a new way? We as women should rise Not our voices, but intellect, We as women should fight Not for short dresses, but for correcting societies defect. Before any man’s support, Vow to stand by each other first, Along with being during the best, Also promote each other during their worst.
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Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 11:29 AM UTC
Women for Women