Madhura Srinivas

Saturday, 24 September 2016

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What if pain was visible? Gleaming, glowing, illuminating                What if pain was a colour?                  incandescent What...
Sunday, 8 November 2015

My lessons in letting go

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 ~ I promise you it gets easier. This life is not an exercise in avoiding pain but one of experiencing every emotion. Even the...
Friday, 30 October 2015

Lessons on being exposed.

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After having looked like this for an extended period of time in my early twenties, I believe I learned what I can call lessons on being...
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Wednesday, 23 September 2015

Conversations with my Love.

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Listen to me. You are not entitled to anything from this world. Time does not stop for anyone. No one is obligated to help you out or ...
Tuesday, 28 July 2015

Edge of heaven

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I said I wouldn't return   That I would let the ocean Swallow me whole So I could never come back to this.  This.  I traveled to t...
Sunday, 26 July 2015

words

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       I am choking on my words right now.            
Sunday, 19 July 2015

Welcome.

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when you meet the other half of your soul, every story you have told, to everyone you have met up until then will be rendered redundant....
Thursday, 9 April 2015

We desire always, A proper beginning

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We desire always,  A proper beginning, middle and an end.  Look for defining moments and tangible lines of separation . But it never i...
Tuesday, 10 March 2015

Letter to my daughter

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To throw a predator off one's scent. One must lie low. Lie still. So as to not draw attention. Slow the heart beat and the breath near...
Sunday, 31 August 2014

It's about Time. Time works differently for people like us.

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When we restart our lives, after a long illness or break from regular life, the first few days or weeks can be quite frustrating. It...
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