Words_Smith09

Hello dear readers of Krishna Sundari!
          	I thought I’d post an update for Diwali — and I did — but it seems the Wattpad glitch absolutely adores me. Although the chapters are published, there’s been no notification!
          	
          	I’ve uploaded three new chapters of KS, along with an important author’s note (A/N). Please do check them out, as things are getting rather exciting now— and there’s a touch of mystery. 

CalmGuy9

Did you publish chapter 14? 

Words_Smith09

@CalmGuy9 No use bhai. Padh padhke vo bhi bekar hojayegi. 
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CalmGuy9

@Words_Smith09 bechare aap! Bhagwan se exchange maangiye for the dimag. XD
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Words_Smith09

Hello dear readers of Krishna Sundari!
          I thought I’d post an update for Diwali — and I did — but it seems the Wattpad glitch absolutely adores me. Although the chapters are published, there’s been no notification!
          
          I’ve uploaded three new chapters of KS, along with an important author’s note (A/N). Please do check them out, as things are getting rather exciting now— and there’s a touch of mystery. 

CalmGuy9

Author madam, give some attention to Maadhurya also please. 
          
          Krishna Sundari shouldn't be your only child. 

CalmGuy9

@Words_Smith09 @me_idnsd thank you for the spoiler, dev manush. *bows. gives you mithai ke dabbe*
            
            *sits back and enjoys the drama* acche se lado. Mast entertainment mil raha hai. xD
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Words_Smith09

@me_idnsd -_- bhai dekh pact banate screenplay writing Mera, tum director hi raho, author ka poora credit mil jaati hain, I will give u two momo with extra chutney profit se -■-■ I am very kind
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me_idnsd

@Words_Smith09 Personal attack nahi -_- vaise likh lo
            Akshaya Keerthi bahut bada stain hai mere grammar pe aur identity pe jo maine as an 8th grader paap kiya tha
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adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [ 17th september 2025, wednesday ] 
          
          broken fury, dead incitement, delirium stitched in emotions. yearning winds, fanning destructions, branches that bury their homelands. 
          
          systemic disorientations, horrors owed to joys that bleed. mysterious differences, confusions constructed, alarms that ring but souls that refuse to awaken. 
          
          blaring conquerors, forgotten tunnels, coffee cooling beside unmade dread. thrumming fingertips, raging purposes, metamorphosis: humans crawling, carrying everyday banters. 
          
          the sun with a thousand eyes, the night with hidden crimes, feathers drowned in poet's ink. sorrows of lyrics, wings lost in the blue, life that feeds one melancholy, souls distilling it into hope. 
           #adropofhumanity

adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [ 01st september, 2025 — monday] 
          
          words plated in heirlooms, heavy with light,
          tinkling cuts, dazzling wounds —
          weaponry forged from childhood gloom,
          wars cradled in a mother’s stolen womb. 
          
          windmills bow above folded clothes,
          grandmother’s peach crumble cooling on the sill.
          cottages lean, tethered with ghosts —
          growth a gamble, memory the wager. 
          
          tender hearts rest in greasy hands,
          coloured proses, begotten rhyme.
          measuring the gaps of fleeting hours,
          tidy rooms against the storm of rest. 
          
          roads of chemicals, an age of hearts,
          souls displaced, refugees of home.
          effervescence rushes, skeletons mist-bound —
          a tale as old as precedents. 
          
          labyrinthine dashes, nuance permitted,
          olives of faith, olives betrayed.
          a marathon — glass slippers sublime —
          and all of life becomes a floor for dancing,
          a garden for incitement,
          a bloom pressed against time. 
           #adropofhumanity 

adropofhumanity

a token of kindness [ 24th august, 2025 — sunday ] 
          
          where comes the chaos? soar and sin, the culprit,
          from the lodging inns. surrendered and sought,
          beavering, bold— a little of the timid, a lot of the known. 
          
          swinging with pride, doors left unknocked,
          a guest invited under intoxication’s hold.
          forging, jeopardising, guided by homely apple-pie servings; bruised words swept beneath the rug of humility. 
          
          barks and bellows, odours, open wounds,
          entangled chairs and a single creaking move.
          whisper, then wait, tremors that carry
          a mouth of screams— beginning and dying
          in a parched throat. 
          
          kalopsia and kites— a guest like ropeburn,
          pricking like wine. mindful maps, mindless routes,
          sanctuaries like lies that bury the truth.
          shadows stumble, shoes fade—
          a blessing strikes a menace, transforming a paper cut into a prayer. 
           #adropofhumanity 

adropofhumanity

@Words_Smith09 i am grateful it came to you at the right time then 
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