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Of words and memories | Natasha Bhatia
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Don't underestimate the seductive power of a decent vocabulary. Of words and memories. The lack of your arms around me. Gripping my waist and pulling me closer. Has left my heart in a nomadic state. Recalling the heat from your body. Tingling against my cold skin. These thoughts capture my mind. Till I drown in a pool of forbidden echos. Resisting you proves strenuous. Each time I hear your voice. Almost like a lullaby, dulling my senses. My mind races to the abstract notion. But most of all.
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March | 2016 | Natasha Bhatia
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Don't underestimate the seductive power of a decent vocabulary. The espresso tingled my senses. It tasted well in my cup, ten minutes ago. But it tastes better on his tongue. The strawberry bubblegum he had earlier,. Its flavour exploded in my mouth. As I reminded myself to buy a pack on the way home. The stench of cigarettes lingered on the inside of his mouth,. Urging me to try that little forbidden death stick. I deepened the kiss,. Wanting to capture the taste. But how could I have not forseen,.
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Precocious | Natasha Bhatia
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Don't underestimate the seductive power of a decent vocabulary. November 5, 2015. You’ll never know what it’s like until you step into my shoes. And even then, you’ll be left without a clue. What I feel is something no one will understand,. Because you, my friend, have latched onto your assumptions. I fall each day, into a place I call My Wonderland. Being Alice, I explore it all, with my toes mingling with the sand. The era is new, divergent and wild,. The age you lived in, has long gone by. Fill in you...
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Natasha Bhatia | Don't underestimate the seductive power of a decent vocabulary | Page 2
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Don't underestimate the seductive power of a decent vocabulary. August 4, 2015. I want to make a new entry. Someone’s walked into my life and now I’m scared that I won’t be able to let go. He’s charming and funny, calls me beautiful and adorable. There are reasons it feels wrong. But what is life without if’s, but’s and risks? Love Vs. Flu. July 19, 2015. When the butterflies flutter in your stomach instead of the sky. When that one person is the reason for the twinkle in your eye. Or do I have the flu?
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Slaughter of the Souls. | Natasha Bhatia
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Don't underestimate the seductive power of a decent vocabulary. Slaughter of the Souls. Resurrection of a Writer. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Of words and memories.
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IndianSanskariLadki | Natasha Bhatia
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Don't underestimate the seductive power of a decent vocabulary. Of words and memories. The lack of your arms around me. Gripping my waist and pulling me closer. Has left my heart in a nomadic state. Recalling the heat from your body. Tingling against my cold skin. These thoughts capture my mind. Till I drown in a pool of forbidden echos. Resisting you proves strenuous. Each time I hear your voice. Almost like a lullaby, dulling my senses. My mind races to the abstract notion. But most of all. The end ton...
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Sunday Storms | Natasha Bhatia
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Don't underestimate the seductive power of a decent vocabulary. February 2, 2016. The unruly winds wrecked havoc. The rain came and went. The droplets on the window pane remained. One racing the other, their imminent fight to the bottom. The candles began to burn out one by one. The last two flickering flames provided luminosity to the dim room. The warmth of your body radiated in the compact space, making your presence felt. Cold hands collided with mine, making this body shiver with all it’s might.
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Resurrection of a Writer | Natasha Bhatia
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Don't underestimate the seductive power of a decent vocabulary. Resurrection of a Writer. A layer of dust adorned his desk. The withered quill lay splayed out. A tiny pot lay perched, deprived of ink or the touch of a nib. The damp smell persisted in the small room. Piles of books stood unguarded. The wooden floor creaked beneath his feet. One slow step at a time. He made his way to the back of the room. Three years it had been since he last stepped in. The death of his muse, killed something within.
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November | 2015 | Natasha Bhatia
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Don't underestimate the seductive power of a decent vocabulary. November 5, 2015. You’ll never know what it’s like until you step into my shoes. And even then, you’ll be left without a clue. What I feel is something no one will understand,. Because you, my friend, have latched onto your assumptions. I fall each day, into a place I call My Wonderland. Being Alice, I explore it all, with my toes mingling with the sand. The era is new, divergent and wild,. The age you lived in, has long gone by.
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The Aftermath Of A Heartbreak | Natasha Bhatia
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Don't underestimate the seductive power of a decent vocabulary. The Aftermath Of A Heartbreak. September 18, 2015. Tears streaked down her face as she layed there, completely fazed. The pillow under her head began to dampen as the minutes ticked away. She turned to look at the clock. Sleep felt like a foreign concept. She began to mentally whack herself. Why would she let herself open up like that? Perfect for her. Maybe she isn’t, for him. But she had to turn away before it was too late...You are com...
