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Difference | The Troublemaker
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Gaurav Baba's Blog. Zoravar singh on There is something odd about o…. ForeverAwkward (And Maybe Learning). It was easy, we were easy, comfortable. And slowly blurred into softer lines as the. Wine in the bottle petered down to a trickle. Just as the tandem between us reached a. Crescendo uninterrupted by awkward pauses. And sighs, and it was cheap wine, acrid,. Tasteless, overly sweet, and slightly spoilt. Quite unlike the conversation that traversed. Your universe, and mine, and all in between,. View ga...
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Fat Girl | The Troublemaker
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Gaurav Baba's Blog. Zoravar singh on There is something odd about o…. ForeverAwkward (And Maybe Learning). So, I’m fat, and that’s hard to argue with,. But it comes in the way of something. You’d never think it would. I’ve been in. And out of clinical depression since I was. Around 10, and something my roommate. Said today summed up all I’ve ever really. Felt; I’ve been put on sleeping pills again,. And she asked me why I was eating them,. And when I said, Hey, I think I may be. April 17, 2015. View UCu-...
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Hurts | The Troublemaker
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Gaurav Baba's Blog. Zoravar singh on There is something odd about o…. Oops, I spilled my guts. Trying explain myself to you. You yell back at me. Because I’m just that angry. My nails in, to stop my tears. But most of all,. Every time this happens. April 17, 2015. 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. Notify me of new comments via email. We don...
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Gaurav Baba's Blog. Zoravar singh on There is something odd about o…. Long nights, and jumping in the park,. When the only fear was the dark,. When only broken toys could. And a short picnic could. Fighting over little things, and,. Not knowing what pain was,. When the only truth we knew was. The chubby man in a red suit. And a white moustache,. And the only lie we knew was. That life is easy, so,. If somehow I could,. I really would,. Bring back my childhood,. The only part of my life,. April 17, 2015.
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Childhood. | The Troublemaker
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Gaurav Baba's Blog. Zoravar singh on There is something odd about o…. Long nights, and jumping in the park,. When the only fear was the dark,. When only broken toys could. And a short picnic could. Fighting over little things, and,. Not knowing what pain was,. When the only truth we knew was. The chubby man in a red suit. And a white moustache,. And the only lie we knew was. That life is easy, so,. If somehow I could,. I really would,. Bring back my childhood,. The only part of my life,. April 17, 2015.
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Schrödinger’s cat | The Troublemaker
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Gaurav Baba's Blog. Zoravar singh on There is something odd about o…. Let me teach you how it’s done, kid. You wipe that look off your face. You spend a minute in front of the mirror. You clean up. You make sure the door of the bathroom is locked, and you laugh. You take a deep breath. You suck cool blue air in for five seconds. You count the seconds. That’s all you think about. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. You keep it in for six. One. 1,164 more words. August 3, 2015. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Ideas, ...
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There is something odd about odd numbers. | The Troublemaker
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Gaurav Baba's Blog. Zoravar singh on There is something odd about o…. There is something odd about odd numbers. Honestly, I did not know what time it was. It wasn’t one of those moments when you can’t tell five in the evening from seven. It was one of those when you wake up abruptly only to see that it’s still dark outside, but you can’t decide whether you’ve slept too much, or not enough. Only, I hadn’t been asleep. I had just been suspended in a hazy daze. I looked up, bemused. Sir, I know these are’.