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His Silence Taught Me Poetry
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Ongoing, First published Jun 30
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He left without a word. 
But somehow, I found a hundred poems in the spaces he left behind.

This is a collection of all the things I never got to tell him -
written in ink, stitched with silence,
and softened by the kind of love that never quite faded.
but can i claim we never dated..

poems from a heart that waited quietly
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The world was no stranger to shadows. In every age, they had returned-shapeless, ruthless, feeding on the fear of mankind. Yet, whenever darkness threatened to choke dharma, the eternal mother had risen. She-Mata Adishakti, womb of creation, warrior of truth, destroyer of adharma-had always chosen her daughters to fight. In Dwapar Yug, three sisters of Mithila, born from the blessed bloodline of Mata Sita, had once stood against the legions of evil. Fierce devotees, warriors of devotion, they lived and died carrying the strength of their maa in their veins. But their battle was incomplete. For Adishakti knew: the true test of Shakti would not come in Dwapar. It would arrive in Kalyug, when greed and cruelty would wear the faces of men and monsters alike. And so, through lifetimes, the sisters had waited. Reborn. Trained. Hidden. Until the day came when destiny would call. That night, destiny stirred.