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Dreams do not expire!
From as early as I can remember, my thoughts have been conditioned to "if I succeed at this, then — and only then — will I allow myself...
akhanom201
Jun 13, 20253 min read


The Weight of a Melancholic Morning
There are mornings when you wake up on the wrong side of the bed, and suddenly nothing in the world makes any sense to you. Every task...
akhanom201
Jul 29, 20242 min read


Wrong color-code!
We all get asked, “what is your favourite color?” every now and then, right? Recently, when I’ve been asked, I told it’s white and green....
akhanom201
Jun 23, 20244 min read


Finding Herself on the Mountain by R. L Anam
You wouldn’t think that someone who had been considered timid, introverted and accident-prone growing up, would end up going on a...
akhanom201
Nov 28, 20226 min read


Wheelchair of Grief
In the tapestry of my life, the concept of "home" to me is not where the heart is. "Home" is where my closest persons are. So, it can be anywhere as long as I have my dearest ones around me. But the older I grew, the more I realised how far I was from "home". From childhood, as I began learning to carry responsibilities on my own shoulders, home seemed to move further and further away from me. When others reminisce about their sweet sixteen or eighteen, I think about how turn
akhanom201
Nov 28, 20226 min read
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