
Poetry
Unfinished
Teary inks and wrinkled creases said it all, The infinite love, never intended to meet.
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Interview
A Universal Language: Neha Bisht on Art and Connection
Art is beauty and pain. It never speaks, but it always shows, and somehow, everyone understands.
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Essay
The Tradition of Traditions
We arrive, wide-eyed and innocent in this world, only to be quickly moulded into little replicas of those who came before us.
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Poetry
And So I Become
I carry them, these borrowed traces, not by blood alone, but by the love unspoken.
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Essay
The Invisible Forces of Family Traditions
Who we are is, in part, a reflection of the generations that came before us.
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