Reader by Day. Writer by Night.
The first couple of weeks of the New Year have slithered on and just how! The start of the year is always like being in a limbo where you are reaching out to new dreams, and old memories tag along. Somewhere then, you tuck away the past in some corner of the mind, like carefully…
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After a month-long hiatus, I have planned to be back on track with my reading. One good thing that happened amidst the avalanche of tragedies was that I received quite a few books on my birthday last month. MY TBR or to-be-read pile includes all these books and some more. Most of these books are…
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Tonight, I do not want to think about books. I do not want to talk of blogging. I do not want to draft a new post. I do not want to pride myself over everything I’ve gained. I do not want to reminisce about the pleasures, failures, anxieties, or liberation writing got me. I do…
Read MoreAnd baby, here’s why you couldn’t ruin me because even before we met a thousand fires had burnt me a thousand seas had drowned me Follow @badbookthief on Instagram for more micropoetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! 🙂 ~~~~~ © Asha Seth Stay in touch. Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr
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How was January, reader? The first month has sprinted already only to make me realise how late I am with this post. But I am here nonetheless. I had a short-term goal of writing a post a day for all the 31 days of January. I did manage it but it left me tad exhausted.…
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Did you miss me? I sure did miss you. If you were wondering where I had vanished the past couple of days; after showering you with my posts every single day for the last whole month, let me tell you, I was around, only allowing myself some slack time, after having chased myself to achieve…
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And every time, breathing felt like a mountain weighing you down I wish you’d come running into me… that you’d allow me to cradle you to sleep… And every time, living felt like a burden drowning you down I wish you’d come running into me… that you’d allow me to cradle you to sleep… And…
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It’s time to declare the 2020 resolutions. After much contemplation, I have rounded off my resolutions to a few that I hope to accomplish by the end of this year. But before that, let me tell you that in 2019, I had one simple resolution – to read an appreciable number of books; given the…
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If it was believable, was it adventurous enough? If it was forgettable, was it real enough? Follow @badbookthief on Instagram for more micropoetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! 🙂 ~~~~~ © Asha Seth Stay in touch. Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr
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2019 steps out the door and I am thinking of events that happened this year. I’ve known people to calibrate their year based on the good and bad times. I feel that is rather depressing because psychologically, in the end you are left pondering about everything that turned out different from your expectations. I don’t…
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Someone once told me, the worst part about betrayals is – it comes from people you love most, trust most. But this morning I woke up feeling betrayed from a person I hardly knew. Someone who was around for only so long. Then why do I feel the way I feel this morning? It is…
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Hello dear reader, What are you up to? The year is close to an end and January almost peeks around the corner. Gives me jitters, if you ask. How is your December? There was so much to be done this year that I couldn’t manage and then some I never imagined doing. For instance, moving…
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Of late, walking into cemeteries and whiling away time amidst the graves, gazing and pondering over the residents of those headstones, has caught my fancy. Upside: I am a new person to me. Downside: I still can’t muster the courage to do it after the sun’s gone down. Slowly, my fear of them is diminishing…
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Life would be so much easier if we had a rule book to follow. In life, however, in many cases, we do know what must or must not be done to avoid a particular outcome. Sadly, one can’t say the same for writing. One must learn from experience and guard those gems well that make…
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What does that mean to you? Do you relate as a writer? I sure do. But with some deviation. We have a thousand thoughts in our head at all times. When it comes to writing, everything appears jumbled the minute you have to streamline them. It is as good as a school PT drill where…
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The past year has been one of many trials. Personal losses of such magnitudes it could make oceans weep. And yet here I am. Despite everything, looking back at the year gone and wondering what is it about life that enchants writers, poets, sorcerers, artists, and all other souls, with such adored fervour. Will I…
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flowers bloomed carefree looking here laughing there as the day slithered from dawn to dusk some of those flowers turned pale their end was their the next morning was not for them ~~~~~ Asha Seth
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no storms were bold enough no waves as wild as this hundred-year old heart and this five-year old mind How do you like my new micropoetry format? Like it? No? Do share your thoughts below. Follow @themusingquill on Instagram for more poetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth
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Time wasn’t on our side. Today, when it is too late, I convince myself thus. Maybe I wasn’t the right age to understand. Maybe you were too harsh that I suffered in vain. Maybe I comprehended you wrong. Maybe you misunderstood me much. I believed you knew what you were doing. Unleashing a world of…
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Here’s a timeless advice that will take any writer; good at his trade, to places. Being economical with your words, not just makes it idiot-proof but also enhances the quality of your work tremendously. And of course, nothing’s excluded of this rule but the first drafts. What do you think? What do you think? How…
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I like authors who lay emphasis on the importance of reading. Stephen King said the first thing he ever did was put out the television and get to the book. Ernest Hemingway was always reading. He would read almost everything he could lay his hands on. J K Rowling never read a book that didn’t…
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