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Still trying to write more this year. This one’s on freedom and the strange comfort of walls.
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#poetry #indianpoetry #onfreedom #spokenword #writing
Still trying to write more this year. This one’s on freedom and the strange comfort of walls.
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#poetry #indianpoetry #onfreedom #spokenword #writing
Still trying to write more this year. This one’s on freedom and the strange comfort of walls.
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#poetry #indianpoetry #onfreedom #spokenword #writing
Still trying to write more this year. This one’s on freedom and the strange comfort of walls.
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#poetry #indianpoetry #onfreedom #spokenword #writing
Still trying to write more this year. This one’s on freedom and the strange comfort of walls.
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#poetry #indianpoetry #onfreedom #spokenword #writing
Still trying to write more this year. This one’s on freedom and the strange comfort of walls.
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#poetry #indianpoetry #onfreedom #spokenword #writing
Still trying to write more this year. This one’s on freedom and the strange comfort of walls.
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#poetry #indianpoetry #onfreedom #spokenword #writing
Still trying to write more this year. This one’s on freedom and the strange comfort of walls.
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#poetry #indianpoetry #onfreedom #spokenword #writing
Still trying to write more this year. This one’s on freedom and the strange comfort of walls.
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#poetry #indianpoetry #onfreedom #spokenword #writing
Still trying to write more this year. This one’s on freedom and the strange comfort of walls.
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#poetry #indianpoetry #onfreedom #spokenword #writing
Still trying to write more this year. This one’s on freedom and the strange comfort of walls.
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#poetry #indianpoetry #onfreedom #spokenword #writing
Still trying to write more this year. This one’s on freedom and the strange comfort of walls.
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#poetry #indianpoetry #onfreedom #spokenword #writing
Great honour to meet the Esteemed Right Honourable Mr. Edsil Coutinho and the wonderful Aleesha with his young one after 7 years. #futurelogistics When you go from #college to #life things may change, times may change but #logs lives forever. So much fun meeting these guys over and over.
Fun times
Still trying to write more this year. This month reflecting on “belonging”, the strange feeling of being close to it, but not quite inside.
Presenting iss mahine ka word vomit. External validation still very welcome.
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#MicroPoetry #Writing #indianwriter #poetry #instagramwriters
Still trying to write more this year. This month reflecting on “belonging”, the strange feeling of being close to it, but not quite inside.
Presenting iss mahine ka word vomit. External validation still very welcome.
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#MicroPoetry #Writing #indianwriter #poetry #instagramwriters
Still trying to write more this year. This month reflecting on “belonging”, the strange feeling of being close to it, but not quite inside.
Presenting iss mahine ka word vomit. External validation still very welcome.
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#MicroPoetry #Writing #indianwriter #poetry #instagramwriters
Still trying to write more this year. This month reflecting on “belonging”, the strange feeling of being close to it, but not quite inside.
Presenting iss mahine ka word vomit. External validation still very welcome.
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#MicroPoetry #Writing #indianwriter #poetry #instagramwriters
Still trying to write more this year. This month reflecting on “belonging”, the strange feeling of being close to it, but not quite inside.
Presenting iss mahine ka word vomit. External validation still very welcome.
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#MicroPoetry #Writing #indianwriter #poetry #instagramwriters
Still trying to write more this year. This month reflecting on “belonging”, the strange feeling of being close to it, but not quite inside.
Presenting iss mahine ka word vomit. External validation still very welcome.
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#MicroPoetry #Writing #indianwriter #poetry #instagramwriters
Still trying to write more this year. This month reflecting on “belonging”, the strange feeling of being close to it, but not quite inside.
Presenting iss mahine ka word vomit. External validation still very welcome.
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#MicroPoetry #Writing #indianwriter #poetry #instagramwriters
Still trying to write more this year. This month reflecting on “belonging”, the strange feeling of being close to it, but not quite inside.
Presenting iss mahine ka word vomit. External validation still very welcome.
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#MicroPoetry #Writing #indianwriter #poetry #instagramwriters
Still trying to write more this year. This month reflecting on “belonging”, the strange feeling of being close to it, but not quite inside.
Presenting iss mahine ka word vomit. External validation still very welcome.
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#MicroPoetry #Writing #indianwriter #poetry #instagramwriters
Still trying to write more this year. This month reflecting on “belonging”, the strange feeling of being close to it, but not quite inside.
Presenting iss mahine ka word vomit. External validation still very welcome.
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#MicroPoetry #Writing #indianwriter #poetry #instagramwriters
Still trying to write more this year. This month reflecting on “belonging”, the strange feeling of being close to it, but not quite inside.
Presenting iss mahine ka word vomit. External validation still very welcome.
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#MicroPoetry #Writing #indianwriter #poetry #instagramwriters
Sri Lanka was peaceful. My internal monologue, not so much. Come on a solo trip with me and the voices in my head.
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#SriLanka #SoloTrip #InternalMonologue #Travel #SriLankaTravel
Lucky to have kicked off the year with the best girls at the beach, in a sleepy little Maharashtrian / Parsi town (thanks to @khannot_even), fresh pao and akuri for every breakfast, local markets, beach football, buying freshly caught rawas from the fishing community, and dreaming of our futures
Lucky to have kicked off the year with the best girls at the beach, in a sleepy little Maharashtrian / Parsi town (thanks to @khannot_even), fresh pao and akuri for every breakfast, local markets, beach football, buying freshly caught rawas from the fishing community, and dreaming of our futures
Lucky to have kicked off the year with the best girls at the beach, in a sleepy little Maharashtrian / Parsi town (thanks to @khannot_even), fresh pao and akuri for every breakfast, local markets, beach football, buying freshly caught rawas from the fishing community, and dreaming of our futures
Lucky to have kicked off the year with the best girls at the beach, in a sleepy little Maharashtrian / Parsi town (thanks to @khannot_even), fresh pao and akuri for every breakfast, local markets, beach football, buying freshly caught rawas from the fishing community, and dreaming of our futures
Lucky to have kicked off the year with the best girls at the beach, in a sleepy little Maharashtrian / Parsi town (thanks to @khannot_even), fresh pao and akuri for every breakfast, local markets, beach football, buying freshly caught rawas from the fishing community, and dreaming of our futures
Lucky to have kicked off the year with the best girls at the beach, in a sleepy little Maharashtrian / Parsi town (thanks to @khannot_even), fresh pao and akuri for every breakfast, local markets, beach football, buying freshly caught rawas from the fishing community, and dreaming of our futures
Lucky to have kicked off the year with the best girls at the beach, in a sleepy little Maharashtrian / Parsi town (thanks to @khannot_even), fresh pao and akuri for every breakfast, local markets, beach football, buying freshly caught rawas from the fishing community, and dreaming of our futures
Lucky to have kicked off the year with the best girls at the beach, in a sleepy little Maharashtrian / Parsi town (thanks to @khannot_even), fresh pao and akuri for every breakfast, local markets, beach football, buying freshly caught rawas from the fishing community, and dreaming of our futures
Lucky to have kicked off the year with the best girls at the beach, in a sleepy little Maharashtrian / Parsi town (thanks to @khannot_even), fresh pao and akuri for every breakfast, local markets, beach football, buying freshly caught rawas from the fishing community, and dreaming of our futures
Lucky to have kicked off the year with the best girls at the beach, in a sleepy little Maharashtrian / Parsi town (thanks to @khannot_even), fresh pao and akuri for every breakfast, local markets, beach football, buying freshly caught rawas from the fishing community, and dreaming of our futures
Lucky to have kicked off the year with the best girls at the beach, in a sleepy little Maharashtrian / Parsi town (thanks to @khannot_even), fresh pao and akuri for every breakfast, local markets, beach football, buying freshly caught rawas from the fishing community, and dreaming of our futures
Lucky to have kicked off the year with the best girls at the beach, in a sleepy little Maharashtrian / Parsi town (thanks to @khannot_even), fresh pao and akuri for every breakfast, local markets, beach football, buying freshly caught rawas from the fishing community, and dreaming of our futures
Lucky to have kicked off the year with the best girls at the beach, in a sleepy little Maharashtrian / Parsi town (thanks to @khannot_even), fresh pao and akuri for every breakfast, local markets, beach football, buying freshly caught rawas from the fishing community, and dreaming of our futures
Lucky to have kicked off the year with the best girls at the beach, in a sleepy little Maharashtrian / Parsi town (thanks to @khannot_even), fresh pao and akuri for every breakfast, local markets, beach football, buying freshly caught rawas from the fishing community, and dreaming of our futures
Lucky to have kicked off the year with the best girls at the beach, in a sleepy little Maharashtrian / Parsi town (thanks to @khannot_even), fresh pao and akuri for every breakfast, local markets, beach football, buying freshly caught rawas from the fishing community, and dreaming of our futures
Lucky to have kicked off the year with the best girls at the beach, in a sleepy little Maharashtrian / Parsi town (thanks to @khannot_even), fresh pao and akuri for every breakfast, local markets, beach football, buying freshly caught rawas from the fishing community, and dreaming of our futures
Lucky to have kicked off the year with the best girls at the beach, in a sleepy little Maharashtrian / Parsi town (thanks to @khannot_even), fresh pao and akuri for every breakfast, local markets, beach football, buying freshly caught rawas from the fishing community, and dreaming of our futures
Lucky to have kicked off the year with the best girls at the beach, in a sleepy little Maharashtrian / Parsi town (thanks to @khannot_even), fresh pao and akuri for every breakfast, local markets, beach football, buying freshly caught rawas from the fishing community, and dreaming of our futures
Lucky to have kicked off the year with the best girls at the beach, in a sleepy little Maharashtrian / Parsi town (thanks to @khannot_even), fresh pao and akuri for every breakfast, local markets, beach football, buying freshly caught rawas from the fishing community, and dreaming of our futures
Lucky to have kicked off the year with the best girls at the beach, in a sleepy little Maharashtrian / Parsi town (thanks to @khannot_even), fresh pao and akuri for every breakfast, local markets, beach football, buying freshly caught rawas from the fishing community, and dreaming of our futures
In keeping with my New Year’s resolution of writing and expressing my thoughts more, here’s this month’s edition of word vomit.
Leave thoughts. Or don’t. I’m doing this for me, not you.
(Just kidding. External validation is EVERYTHING).
K bye.
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#poetry #everydaypoetry #smalljoys #writing #Thoughts
In keeping with my New Year’s resolution of writing and expressing my thoughts more, here’s this month’s edition of word vomit.
Leave thoughts. Or don’t. I’m doing this for me, not you.
(Just kidding. External validation is EVERYTHING).
K bye.
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#poetry #everydaypoetry #smalljoys #writing #Thoughts
In keeping with my New Year’s resolution of writing and expressing my thoughts more, here’s this month’s edition of word vomit.
Leave thoughts. Or don’t. I’m doing this for me, not you.
(Just kidding. External validation is EVERYTHING).
K bye.
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#poetry #everydaypoetry #smalljoys #writing #Thoughts
In keeping with my New Year’s resolution of writing and expressing my thoughts more, here’s this month’s edition of word vomit.
Leave thoughts. Or don’t. I’m doing this for me, not you.
(Just kidding. External validation is EVERYTHING).
K bye.
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#poetry #everydaypoetry #smalljoys #writing #Thoughts
In keeping with my New Year’s resolution of writing and expressing my thoughts more, here’s this month’s edition of word vomit.
Leave thoughts. Or don’t. I’m doing this for me, not you.
(Just kidding. External validation is EVERYTHING).
K bye.
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#poetry #everydaypoetry #smalljoys #writing #Thoughts
In keeping with my New Year’s resolution of writing and expressing my thoughts more, here’s this month’s edition of word vomit.
Leave thoughts. Or don’t. I’m doing this for me, not you.
(Just kidding. External validation is EVERYTHING).
K bye.
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#poetry #everydaypoetry #smalljoys #writing #Thoughts
In keeping with my New Year’s resolution of writing and expressing my thoughts more, here’s this month’s edition of word vomit.
Leave thoughts. Or don’t. I’m doing this for me, not you.
(Just kidding. External validation is EVERYTHING).
K bye.
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#poetry #everydaypoetry #smalljoys #writing #Thoughts
In keeping with my New Year’s resolution of writing and expressing my thoughts more, here’s this month’s edition of word vomit.
Leave thoughts. Or don’t. I’m doing this for me, not you.
(Just kidding. External validation is EVERYTHING).
K bye.
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#poetry #everydaypoetry #smalljoys #writing #Thoughts
In keeping with my New Year’s resolution of writing and expressing my thoughts more, here’s this month’s edition of word vomit.
Leave thoughts. Or don’t. I’m doing this for me, not you.
(Just kidding. External validation is EVERYTHING).
K bye.
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#poetry #everydaypoetry #smalljoys #writing #Thoughts
In keeping with my New Year’s resolution of writing and expressing my thoughts more, here’s this month’s edition of word vomit.
Leave thoughts. Or don’t. I’m doing this for me, not you.
(Just kidding. External validation is EVERYTHING).
K bye.
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#poetry #everydaypoetry #smalljoys #writing #Thoughts
In keeping with my New Year’s resolution of writing and expressing my thoughts more, here’s this month’s edition of word vomit.
Leave thoughts. Or don’t. I’m doing this for me, not you.
(Just kidding. External validation is EVERYTHING).
K bye.
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#poetry #everydaypoetry #smalljoys #writing #Thoughts
In keeping with my New Year’s resolution of writing and expressing my thoughts more, here’s this month’s edition of word vomit.
Leave thoughts. Or don’t. I’m doing this for me, not you.
(Just kidding. External validation is EVERYTHING).
K bye.
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#poetry #everydaypoetry #smalljoys #writing #Thoughts
In keeping with my New Year’s resolution of writing and expressing my thoughts more, here’s this month’s edition of word vomit.
Leave thoughts. Or don’t. I’m doing this for me, not you.
(Just kidding. External validation is EVERYTHING).
K bye.
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#poetry #everydaypoetry #smalljoys #writing #Thoughts
In keeping with my New Year’s resolution of writing and expressing my thoughts more, here’s this month’s edition of word vomit.
Leave thoughts. Or don’t. I’m doing this for me, not you.
(Just kidding. External validation is EVERYTHING).
K bye.
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#poetry #everydaypoetry #smalljoys #writing #Thoughts
How could I not jump on the 2016 throwback trend when 65% of my personality is nostalgia?
It was a year of massive transition. Started with a random mix of friends and strangers, camping in the “great outdoors” just beyond Panvel. Then Prague, armed with my Canon 550D, for the most transformative 9 months of my life. I met people I know will be in my life forever.
Will 2026 be just as transformative? My gut says yes. But I guess we’ll really know when the 2036 #throwback posts show up.
@kshitigala @anubhutimatta @rosalynmanuel23 @sumitashokshah @ye.con.hai @clarence_mendoza @rudreshwarmalkani @malcolmkolah @kenricd92 @ansheeshkebab @rachitbubna @lizandraaaaa @van_derwoman @vinita_dsouza_ @brendancolaco @risheeta @gently.faultered @yagmur.misirli @zuben.saldanha
How could I not jump on the 2016 throwback trend when 65% of my personality is nostalgia?
It was a year of massive transition. Started with a random mix of friends and strangers, camping in the “great outdoors” just beyond Panvel. Then Prague, armed with my Canon 550D, for the most transformative 9 months of my life. I met people I know will be in my life forever.
Will 2026 be just as transformative? My gut says yes. But I guess we’ll really know when the 2036 #throwback posts show up.
@kshitigala @anubhutimatta @rosalynmanuel23 @sumitashokshah @ye.con.hai @clarence_mendoza @rudreshwarmalkani @malcolmkolah @kenricd92 @ansheeshkebab @rachitbubna @lizandraaaaa @van_derwoman @vinita_dsouza_ @brendancolaco @risheeta @gently.faultered @yagmur.misirli @zuben.saldanha
How could I not jump on the 2016 throwback trend when 65% of my personality is nostalgia?
It was a year of massive transition. Started with a random mix of friends and strangers, camping in the “great outdoors” just beyond Panvel. Then Prague, armed with my Canon 550D, for the most transformative 9 months of my life. I met people I know will be in my life forever.
Will 2026 be just as transformative? My gut says yes. But I guess we’ll really know when the 2036 #throwback posts show up.
@kshitigala @anubhutimatta @rosalynmanuel23 @sumitashokshah @ye.con.hai @clarence_mendoza @rudreshwarmalkani @malcolmkolah @kenricd92 @ansheeshkebab @rachitbubna @lizandraaaaa @van_derwoman @vinita_dsouza_ @brendancolaco @risheeta @gently.faultered @yagmur.misirli @zuben.saldanha
How could I not jump on the 2016 throwback trend when 65% of my personality is nostalgia?
It was a year of massive transition. Started with a random mix of friends and strangers, camping in the “great outdoors” just beyond Panvel. Then Prague, armed with my Canon 550D, for the most transformative 9 months of my life. I met people I know will be in my life forever.
Will 2026 be just as transformative? My gut says yes. But I guess we’ll really know when the 2036 #throwback posts show up.
@kshitigala @anubhutimatta @rosalynmanuel23 @sumitashokshah @ye.con.hai @clarence_mendoza @rudreshwarmalkani @malcolmkolah @kenricd92 @ansheeshkebab @rachitbubna @lizandraaaaa @van_derwoman @vinita_dsouza_ @brendancolaco @risheeta @gently.faultered @yagmur.misirli @zuben.saldanha
How could I not jump on the 2016 throwback trend when 65% of my personality is nostalgia?
It was a year of massive transition. Started with a random mix of friends and strangers, camping in the “great outdoors” just beyond Panvel. Then Prague, armed with my Canon 550D, for the most transformative 9 months of my life. I met people I know will be in my life forever.
Will 2026 be just as transformative? My gut says yes. But I guess we’ll really know when the 2036 #throwback posts show up.
@kshitigala @anubhutimatta @rosalynmanuel23 @sumitashokshah @ye.con.hai @clarence_mendoza @rudreshwarmalkani @malcolmkolah @kenricd92 @ansheeshkebab @rachitbubna @lizandraaaaa @van_derwoman @vinita_dsouza_ @brendancolaco @risheeta @gently.faultered @yagmur.misirli @zuben.saldanha
How could I not jump on the 2016 throwback trend when 65% of my personality is nostalgia?
It was a year of massive transition. Started with a random mix of friends and strangers, camping in the “great outdoors” just beyond Panvel. Then Prague, armed with my Canon 550D, for the most transformative 9 months of my life. I met people I know will be in my life forever.
Will 2026 be just as transformative? My gut says yes. But I guess we’ll really know when the 2036 #throwback posts show up.
@kshitigala @anubhutimatta @rosalynmanuel23 @sumitashokshah @ye.con.hai @clarence_mendoza @rudreshwarmalkani @malcolmkolah @kenricd92 @ansheeshkebab @rachitbubna @lizandraaaaa @van_derwoman @vinita_dsouza_ @brendancolaco @risheeta @gently.faultered @yagmur.misirli @zuben.saldanha
How could I not jump on the 2016 throwback trend when 65% of my personality is nostalgia?
It was a year of massive transition. Started with a random mix of friends and strangers, camping in the “great outdoors” just beyond Panvel. Then Prague, armed with my Canon 550D, for the most transformative 9 months of my life. I met people I know will be in my life forever.
Will 2026 be just as transformative? My gut says yes. But I guess we’ll really know when the 2036 #throwback posts show up.
@kshitigala @anubhutimatta @rosalynmanuel23 @sumitashokshah @ye.con.hai @clarence_mendoza @rudreshwarmalkani @malcolmkolah @kenricd92 @ansheeshkebab @rachitbubna @lizandraaaaa @van_derwoman @vinita_dsouza_ @brendancolaco @risheeta @gently.faultered @yagmur.misirli @zuben.saldanha
How could I not jump on the 2016 throwback trend when 65% of my personality is nostalgia?
It was a year of massive transition. Started with a random mix of friends and strangers, camping in the “great outdoors” just beyond Panvel. Then Prague, armed with my Canon 550D, for the most transformative 9 months of my life. I met people I know will be in my life forever.
Will 2026 be just as transformative? My gut says yes. But I guess we’ll really know when the 2036 #throwback posts show up.
@kshitigala @anubhutimatta @rosalynmanuel23 @sumitashokshah @ye.con.hai @clarence_mendoza @rudreshwarmalkani @malcolmkolah @kenricd92 @ansheeshkebab @rachitbubna @lizandraaaaa @van_derwoman @vinita_dsouza_ @brendancolaco @risheeta @gently.faultered @yagmur.misirli @zuben.saldanha
How could I not jump on the 2016 throwback trend when 65% of my personality is nostalgia?
It was a year of massive transition. Started with a random mix of friends and strangers, camping in the “great outdoors” just beyond Panvel. Then Prague, armed with my Canon 550D, for the most transformative 9 months of my life. I met people I know will be in my life forever.
Will 2026 be just as transformative? My gut says yes. But I guess we’ll really know when the 2036 #throwback posts show up.
@kshitigala @anubhutimatta @rosalynmanuel23 @sumitashokshah @ye.con.hai @clarence_mendoza @rudreshwarmalkani @malcolmkolah @kenricd92 @ansheeshkebab @rachitbubna @lizandraaaaa @van_derwoman @vinita_dsouza_ @brendancolaco @risheeta @gently.faultered @yagmur.misirli @zuben.saldanha
How could I not jump on the 2016 throwback trend when 65% of my personality is nostalgia?
It was a year of massive transition. Started with a random mix of friends and strangers, camping in the “great outdoors” just beyond Panvel. Then Prague, armed with my Canon 550D, for the most transformative 9 months of my life. I met people I know will be in my life forever.
Will 2026 be just as transformative? My gut says yes. But I guess we’ll really know when the 2036 #throwback posts show up.
@kshitigala @anubhutimatta @rosalynmanuel23 @sumitashokshah @ye.con.hai @clarence_mendoza @rudreshwarmalkani @malcolmkolah @kenricd92 @ansheeshkebab @rachitbubna @lizandraaaaa @van_derwoman @vinita_dsouza_ @brendancolaco @risheeta @gently.faultered @yagmur.misirli @zuben.saldanha
How could I not jump on the 2016 throwback trend when 65% of my personality is nostalgia?
It was a year of massive transition. Started with a random mix of friends and strangers, camping in the “great outdoors” just beyond Panvel. Then Prague, armed with my Canon 550D, for the most transformative 9 months of my life. I met people I know will be in my life forever.
Will 2026 be just as transformative? My gut says yes. But I guess we’ll really know when the 2036 #throwback posts show up.
@kshitigala @anubhutimatta @rosalynmanuel23 @sumitashokshah @ye.con.hai @clarence_mendoza @rudreshwarmalkani @malcolmkolah @kenricd92 @ansheeshkebab @rachitbubna @lizandraaaaa @van_derwoman @vinita_dsouza_ @brendancolaco @risheeta @gently.faultered @yagmur.misirli @zuben.saldanha
How could I not jump on the 2016 throwback trend when 65% of my personality is nostalgia?
It was a year of massive transition. Started with a random mix of friends and strangers, camping in the “great outdoors” just beyond Panvel. Then Prague, armed with my Canon 550D, for the most transformative 9 months of my life. I met people I know will be in my life forever.
Will 2026 be just as transformative? My gut says yes. But I guess we’ll really know when the 2036 #throwback posts show up.
@kshitigala @anubhutimatta @rosalynmanuel23 @sumitashokshah @ye.con.hai @clarence_mendoza @rudreshwarmalkani @malcolmkolah @kenricd92 @ansheeshkebab @rachitbubna @lizandraaaaa @van_derwoman @vinita_dsouza_ @brendancolaco @risheeta @gently.faultered @yagmur.misirli @zuben.saldanha
How could I not jump on the 2016 throwback trend when 65% of my personality is nostalgia?
It was a year of massive transition. Started with a random mix of friends and strangers, camping in the “great outdoors” just beyond Panvel. Then Prague, armed with my Canon 550D, for the most transformative 9 months of my life. I met people I know will be in my life forever.
Will 2026 be just as transformative? My gut says yes. But I guess we’ll really know when the 2036 #throwback posts show up.
@kshitigala @anubhutimatta @rosalynmanuel23 @sumitashokshah @ye.con.hai @clarence_mendoza @rudreshwarmalkani @malcolmkolah @kenricd92 @ansheeshkebab @rachitbubna @lizandraaaaa @van_derwoman @vinita_dsouza_ @brendancolaco @risheeta @gently.faultered @yagmur.misirli @zuben.saldanha
How could I not jump on the 2016 throwback trend when 65% of my personality is nostalgia?
It was a year of massive transition. Started with a random mix of friends and strangers, camping in the “great outdoors” just beyond Panvel. Then Prague, armed with my Canon 550D, for the most transformative 9 months of my life. I met people I know will be in my life forever.
Will 2026 be just as transformative? My gut says yes. But I guess we’ll really know when the 2036 #throwback posts show up.
@kshitigala @anubhutimatta @rosalynmanuel23 @sumitashokshah @ye.con.hai @clarence_mendoza @rudreshwarmalkani @malcolmkolah @kenricd92 @ansheeshkebab @rachitbubna @lizandraaaaa @van_derwoman @vinita_dsouza_ @brendancolaco @risheeta @gently.faultered @yagmur.misirli @zuben.saldanha
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#SriLanka #kithulgala #Rafting #kithulgalarafting
Trying something new this year. Putting my thoughts into words, and aforementioned words out there. Starting with this one - musings on happiness, grief and the weirdly universal mess in between.
This morning
I reached for happiness
The aquamarine one
The kind that smells
of beaches and airports
I slipped it on
And looked in the mirror
Almost perfect
But a small black stain
On my chest
Wouldn’t brush off
So I let it be
And took the train
Everyone around me
Wore different shades of happy
The man across the aisle
Wore the green of success
The woman beside me
A simple yellow
Three meals a day
Kind of joy
A group of friends
Spilled pink and lilac
And the sound of laughter
But there it was
That same black stain
on every chest
And I realised
Happiness changes shape
Bends to who we are
But grief
Grief does not bend
It sits heavy on every chest
The same ache behind
Every breath
Until one day
You learn to wear it
Like it’s part of the pattern
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#Happiness #Grief #Poetry #visualpoetry #words #musings #slowwriting #microprose #quietreflections #everydaypoetry #poetryofeveryday #smalltruths #gentlethoughts
Trying something new this year. Putting my thoughts into words, and aforementioned words out there. Starting with this one - musings on happiness, grief and the weirdly universal mess in between.
This morning
I reached for happiness
The aquamarine one
The kind that smells
of beaches and airports
I slipped it on
And looked in the mirror
Almost perfect
But a small black stain
On my chest
Wouldn’t brush off
So I let it be
And took the train
Everyone around me
Wore different shades of happy
The man across the aisle
Wore the green of success
The woman beside me
A simple yellow
Three meals a day
Kind of joy
A group of friends
Spilled pink and lilac
And the sound of laughter
But there it was
That same black stain
on every chest
And I realised
Happiness changes shape
Bends to who we are
But grief
Grief does not bend
It sits heavy on every chest
The same ache behind
Every breath
Until one day
You learn to wear it
Like it’s part of the pattern
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#Happiness #Grief #Poetry #visualpoetry #words #musings #slowwriting #microprose #quietreflections #everydaypoetry #poetryofeveryday #smalltruths #gentlethoughts
Trying something new this year. Putting my thoughts into words, and aforementioned words out there. Starting with this one - musings on happiness, grief and the weirdly universal mess in between.
This morning
I reached for happiness
The aquamarine one
The kind that smells
of beaches and airports
I slipped it on
And looked in the mirror
Almost perfect
But a small black stain
On my chest
Wouldn’t brush off
So I let it be
And took the train
Everyone around me
Wore different shades of happy
The man across the aisle
Wore the green of success
The woman beside me
A simple yellow
Three meals a day
Kind of joy
A group of friends
Spilled pink and lilac
And the sound of laughter
But there it was
That same black stain
on every chest
And I realised
Happiness changes shape
Bends to who we are
But grief
Grief does not bend
It sits heavy on every chest
The same ache behind
Every breath
Until one day
You learn to wear it
Like it’s part of the pattern
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#Happiness #Grief #Poetry #visualpoetry #words #musings #slowwriting #microprose #quietreflections #everydaypoetry #poetryofeveryday #smalltruths #gentlethoughts
Trying something new this year. Putting my thoughts into words, and aforementioned words out there. Starting with this one - musings on happiness, grief and the weirdly universal mess in between.
This morning
I reached for happiness
The aquamarine one
The kind that smells
of beaches and airports
I slipped it on
And looked in the mirror
Almost perfect
But a small black stain
On my chest
Wouldn’t brush off
So I let it be
And took the train
Everyone around me
Wore different shades of happy
The man across the aisle
Wore the green of success
The woman beside me
A simple yellow
Three meals a day
Kind of joy
A group of friends
Spilled pink and lilac
And the sound of laughter
But there it was
That same black stain
on every chest
And I realised
Happiness changes shape
Bends to who we are
But grief
Grief does not bend
It sits heavy on every chest
The same ache behind
Every breath
Until one day
You learn to wear it
Like it’s part of the pattern
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#Happiness #Grief #Poetry #visualpoetry #words #musings #slowwriting #microprose #quietreflections #everydaypoetry #poetryofeveryday #smalltruths #gentlethoughts
Trying something new this year. Putting my thoughts into words, and aforementioned words out there. Starting with this one - musings on happiness, grief and the weirdly universal mess in between.
This morning
I reached for happiness
The aquamarine one
The kind that smells
of beaches and airports
I slipped it on
And looked in the mirror
Almost perfect
But a small black stain
On my chest
Wouldn’t brush off
So I let it be
And took the train
Everyone around me
Wore different shades of happy
The man across the aisle
Wore the green of success
The woman beside me
A simple yellow
Three meals a day
Kind of joy
A group of friends
Spilled pink and lilac
And the sound of laughter
But there it was
That same black stain
on every chest
And I realised
Happiness changes shape
Bends to who we are
But grief
Grief does not bend
It sits heavy on every chest
The same ache behind
Every breath
Until one day
You learn to wear it
Like it’s part of the pattern
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#Happiness #Grief #Poetry #visualpoetry #words #musings #slowwriting #microprose #quietreflections #everydaypoetry #poetryofeveryday #smalltruths #gentlethoughts
Trying something new this year. Putting my thoughts into words, and aforementioned words out there. Starting with this one - musings on happiness, grief and the weirdly universal mess in between.
This morning
I reached for happiness
The aquamarine one
The kind that smells
of beaches and airports
I slipped it on
And looked in the mirror
Almost perfect
But a small black stain
On my chest
Wouldn’t brush off
So I let it be
And took the train
Everyone around me
Wore different shades of happy
The man across the aisle
Wore the green of success
The woman beside me
A simple yellow
Three meals a day
Kind of joy
A group of friends
Spilled pink and lilac
And the sound of laughter
But there it was
That same black stain
on every chest
And I realised
Happiness changes shape
Bends to who we are
But grief
Grief does not bend
It sits heavy on every chest
The same ache behind
Every breath
Until one day
You learn to wear it
Like it’s part of the pattern
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#Happiness #Grief #Poetry #visualpoetry #words #musings #slowwriting #microprose #quietreflections #everydaypoetry #poetryofeveryday #smalltruths #gentlethoughts
Trying something new this year. Putting my thoughts into words, and aforementioned words out there. Starting with this one - musings on happiness, grief and the weirdly universal mess in between.
This morning
I reached for happiness
The aquamarine one
The kind that smells
of beaches and airports
I slipped it on
And looked in the mirror
Almost perfect
But a small black stain
On my chest
Wouldn’t brush off
So I let it be
And took the train
Everyone around me
Wore different shades of happy
The man across the aisle
Wore the green of success
The woman beside me
A simple yellow
Three meals a day
Kind of joy
A group of friends
Spilled pink and lilac
And the sound of laughter
But there it was
That same black stain
on every chest
And I realised
Happiness changes shape
Bends to who we are
But grief
Grief does not bend
It sits heavy on every chest
The same ache behind
Every breath
Until one day
You learn to wear it
Like it’s part of the pattern
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#Happiness #Grief #Poetry #visualpoetry #words #musings #slowwriting #microprose #quietreflections #everydaypoetry #poetryofeveryday #smalltruths #gentlethoughts
Trying something new this year. Putting my thoughts into words, and aforementioned words out there. Starting with this one - musings on happiness, grief and the weirdly universal mess in between.
This morning
I reached for happiness
The aquamarine one
The kind that smells
of beaches and airports
I slipped it on
And looked in the mirror
Almost perfect
But a small black stain
On my chest
Wouldn’t brush off
So I let it be
And took the train
Everyone around me
Wore different shades of happy
The man across the aisle
Wore the green of success
The woman beside me
A simple yellow
Three meals a day
Kind of joy
A group of friends
Spilled pink and lilac
And the sound of laughter
But there it was
That same black stain
on every chest
And I realised
Happiness changes shape
Bends to who we are
But grief
Grief does not bend
It sits heavy on every chest
The same ache behind
Every breath
Until one day
You learn to wear it
Like it’s part of the pattern
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#Happiness #Grief #Poetry #visualpoetry #words #musings #slowwriting #microprose #quietreflections #everydaypoetry #poetryofeveryday #smalltruths #gentlethoughts
Trying something new this year. Putting my thoughts into words, and aforementioned words out there. Starting with this one - musings on happiness, grief and the weirdly universal mess in between.
This morning
I reached for happiness
The aquamarine one
The kind that smells
of beaches and airports
I slipped it on
And looked in the mirror
Almost perfect
But a small black stain
On my chest
Wouldn’t brush off
So I let it be
And took the train
Everyone around me
Wore different shades of happy
The man across the aisle
Wore the green of success
The woman beside me
A simple yellow
Three meals a day
Kind of joy
A group of friends
Spilled pink and lilac
And the sound of laughter
But there it was
That same black stain
on every chest
And I realised
Happiness changes shape
Bends to who we are
But grief
Grief does not bend
It sits heavy on every chest
The same ache behind
Every breath
Until one day
You learn to wear it
Like it’s part of the pattern
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#Happiness #Grief #Poetry #visualpoetry #words #musings #slowwriting #microprose #quietreflections #everydaypoetry #poetryofeveryday #smalltruths #gentlethoughts
Trying something new this year. Putting my thoughts into words, and aforementioned words out there. Starting with this one - musings on happiness, grief and the weirdly universal mess in between.
This morning
I reached for happiness
The aquamarine one
The kind that smells
of beaches and airports
I slipped it on
And looked in the mirror
Almost perfect
But a small black stain
On my chest
Wouldn’t brush off
So I let it be
And took the train
Everyone around me
Wore different shades of happy
The man across the aisle
Wore the green of success
The woman beside me
A simple yellow
Three meals a day
Kind of joy
A group of friends
Spilled pink and lilac
And the sound of laughter
But there it was
That same black stain
on every chest
And I realised
Happiness changes shape
Bends to who we are
But grief
Grief does not bend
It sits heavy on every chest
The same ache behind
Every breath
Until one day
You learn to wear it
Like it’s part of the pattern
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#Happiness #Grief #Poetry #visualpoetry #words #musings #slowwriting #microprose #quietreflections #everydaypoetry #poetryofeveryday #smalltruths #gentlethoughts
Trying something new this year. Putting my thoughts into words, and aforementioned words out there. Starting with this one - musings on happiness, grief and the weirdly universal mess in between.
This morning
I reached for happiness
The aquamarine one
The kind that smells
of beaches and airports
I slipped it on
And looked in the mirror
Almost perfect
But a small black stain
On my chest
Wouldn’t brush off
So I let it be
And took the train
Everyone around me
Wore different shades of happy
The man across the aisle
Wore the green of success
The woman beside me
A simple yellow
Three meals a day
Kind of joy
A group of friends
Spilled pink and lilac
And the sound of laughter
But there it was
That same black stain
on every chest
And I realised
Happiness changes shape
Bends to who we are
But grief
Grief does not bend
It sits heavy on every chest
The same ache behind
Every breath
Until one day
You learn to wear it
Like it’s part of the pattern
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#Happiness #Grief #Poetry #visualpoetry #words #musings #slowwriting #microprose #quietreflections #everydaypoetry #poetryofeveryday #smalltruths #gentlethoughts
Purple rain performing this sunday 8:30 onwards district pe ticket milega. #improvcomedy #mistakesareawesome #laughterriot
Purple rain performing this sunday 8:30 onwards district pe ticket milega. #improvcomedy #mistakesareawesome #laughterriot
Purple rain performing this sunday 8:30 onwards district pe ticket milega. #improvcomedy #mistakesareawesome #laughterriot
Last show for the season coming up people join us at Jeff Goldberg 14th December 8:30 onwards :) #improvcomedy #laughterriot #mistakesareawesome
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