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Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh PalAnanya Roy is a Postgraduate student, currently pursuing her masters in English Literature from the University of Delhi. She loves reading, her limit is inexhaustible where it can range from fiction to non-fiction genres. Apart from novels and short stories she loves engaging in mindless poetry in free verse just like free-style rap!Read More...
Ananya Roy is a Postgraduate student, currently pursuing her masters in English Literature from the University of Delhi. She loves reading, her limit is inexhaustible where it can range from fiction to non-fiction genres. Apart from novels and short stories she loves engaging in mindless poetry in free verse just like free-style rap!
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Even anonymity has a voice that demands to be heard and listened to. This book is a collection of poems on women from different strata and various walks of life. They might be un-named yet their emotions and feelings narrated through the lines is not alien rather strangely familiar and near to our heart and understanding.
Even anonymity has a voice that demands to be heard and listened to. This book is a collection of poems on women from different strata and various walks of life. They might be un-named yet their emotions and feelings narrated through the lines is not alien rather strangely familiar and near to our heart and understanding.
Rivers, black and blue run down my body As I stare into the glass, reflecting somebody Morphed beyond recognition; I look like A human wrapped in a warped leather bag. Yes, that's exactly what I look like, A tattered leather bag,that was born only To reproduce and satitate the urges of A man's Read More...
I never, in a million years, in my wildest dreams, could ever had imagined a day like this would come! A day, which began like any other day, but at the same time in the very familiarity lurked around the corner, the uncanny eeriness about it. Who would have thought, the sun that rises like every ot Read More...
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