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Catharsis: An Anthology [Official SNEAK-PEAK]
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Driven by passion, inspired by lust, engulfed in guilt and lost in bliss; Catharsis, the maiden work of Instagram poet, Hridith Sudev is a collection of 4 years' worth of work.
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Praise For Catharsis:
"Catharsis strikes to me as a modern masterpiece in poetry. The book was a literal rollercoaster, as I sped from one idea to another, spell-bound by the intricate webs of stories the poet has woven with such short words. "- The Telescopian
"An insightful collection of emotions that makes you rethink about poetry in today's society."- Tamoghna Dey; Author of Anchored Astronauts
Beauty of the finest magnitude. A moving read."-Fahad Al Abri; Athlete, Influencer
"An Alchemy of Music and Magic through irresistable words." - Fathima Hakkim, Artist, Influencer, Speaker
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