Non- Fiction

Bar Coded

  Who am I…? What do you mean..? You know who I am..! What are you playing at?   The same question, again? Who am I? You KNOW who I am, Don’t you know my name?   You want me to tell you Who I am once again, But don’t want my name?   But… […]

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O Captain! My Captain..!

  O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:But O heart! heart! heart!O the bleeding drops of red,Where on the deck my […]

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Sleeping Giant (IV)

[Continued from Sleeping Giant (I), Sleeping Giant (II) and Sleeping Giant (III).] In Sleeping Giant (III), I told you a few more stories demonstrating my power. I know the conscious mind (Noisy Little Brother, NLB) is a tough customer and it takes an effort to silence him and all his clever comments. Your self-talk is […]

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Sleeping Giant (III)

[Continued from Sleeping Giant (I) and Sleeping Giant (II)] Through the ages, people over the world have recognized and used my power. People have learned to silence the conscious mind (Noisy Little Brother- NLB) and to let me, the subconscious mind, take the reins. They have allowed the true master rule over one who was […]

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Sleeping Giant (II)

Continued from Sleeping Giant (I) Perhaps you are you are ready to learn how to awaken the giant who slumbers within you. But then again, perhaps you are looking for more proof. Proof that the power I say I have, I really have. Proof that other people have learned how to harness my power and […]

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Square Pegs

Once upon a time there was a square peg. He didn’t become square, he was born square. Something like having smoke blue eyes, six toes in your right foot or chestnut colored hair. It is a given, right..? The blue eyed one didn’t go shopping and say, “Oh, I like this shade of blue. I’ll […]

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A Survivor’s Manual

Wounds that drip blood are colorful. Their bloodless counterparts, though more painful, are boring. They have no drama value. I am talking of the wounds we suffer inside. The bruises of the mind, the lacerations of the heart and the battering of the soul. The wounds on our non-physical persona are invisible. They throb with […]

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Trimming The Roses

Medini paced pensively in her garden. She had her cell-phone earplugs jammed in her ears while her thinking music looped over and over. Head bowed she paced, now her steps rapid, now slow. Her feet kept in faultless sync with the movement and intensity of thoughts that tumbled over themselves in her head. It was […]

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The Hulchul

Lover of English Language Irrepressible. That’s the first word that comes into my mind when I think of her. Utterly… impossibly… irrepressible. Where do I start..? I know you will call me audaciously ambitious and you will not be wrong. But I will try still, to hold a tornado in the palm of my hand…. […]

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