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        <description><![CDATA[A Sanskaree ladki for my mum, a rebel to the world. I have this constant need to be someone I'm not. This space is where I come to be myself. I'm hoping to talk about topics that my peers would enjoy reading about. Much like my emotions, I try to conceal everything I write with humour. Reading pieces like this always seemed to make me feel better, so here I am, hoping to do the same.
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    <title><![CDATA[Society called me ugly, so i kicked it in the nuts.]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 19 Apr 2019 08:27:55 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[This is gonna be a long one guys. Let’s just agree on the fact that I couldn’t think of another title. If you’re a millennial, I’m expecting you to get at least 90% of the GOT joke references I’ve made- Every one of us has either willingly accepted to... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[LOSS]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 06 Apr 2019 19:39:33 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[She gasped for breath. The air was cold, a queer chill had started to grow on her. Like cold fingers, she felt beads of perspiration trickle down the nape of her neck, swirling, its way down her spine, collecting in the dents of her back. For a moment... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[insecurities]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 10 Feb 2018 17:18:52 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Cursed myself for feeling a little rush of insecurity. Cursed myself for feeling discontented with life. Looked for a mistake in a pile of wonders and I reminisced over a flaw among what was ‘perfect’ instead. Beat myself down because I was unhappy, forced... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[india, through my eyes]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 08 Dec 2017 16:01:13 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[I’ve lived in a society where discrimination has prevailed for centuries. There were activists, rulers, reformers, outsiders, and many more who tried to make changes but we didn’t hinge from our staunch belief. I find it laughable when I read about how... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Teenagers, the unspoken truth.]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Mon, 13 Nov 2017 18:11:12 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[We were always told that school would make us tough and prepare us for life in the real world. No doubt, school made me tough but nothing prepared me from the horrors of being a teenager. There’s this gap between being a child and being an adult. Of course,... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[insight to the life of a former social climber]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 06 Oct 2017 18:26:24 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Recently, ive been told that my life seemed fun and that I was lucky to be gifted with so many friends and people just assume that I must be really happy but that’s not even the half of it. I always felt like my life on social media was so much better... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[You for destiny or Destiny for you?]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Mon, 04 Sep 2017 19:29:34 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[There’s a voice in your head, telling you, ‘’ Good times are right around the corner ‘’. A certain uneasiness, for this life is deceit and dishonor. There’s a beat in your heart that lasts for the longest time, the same one that tore you apart, the beat... ]]></description>
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