FRAGILITY
- LECTURAS 7
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- Partes 1
Concluida sáb, ene 4, 2025<5 mins
Want to hear a story about a being caught between two different situation-a fragile life on a journey to uncover its true identity? It struggles with an existential crisis, longing to belong yet feeling unmoored. This idea was inspired by the poignant lyrics of the song Poraen Naa Poraen from Meiyazhagan, which go: 'Not miscible with water, I am the water bubble' (நீரோடு சேர்ந்தே போகாத நீர் குமிழி நான்). These words triggered my inner turmoil and inspired me to create this short novel.
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