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The Unopened Hands of a Restless Mind
Life offers its gifts in whispers, but a restless mind cannot hear. This poem explores the struggle of accepting life’s offerings, the weight of doubt, and the art of unfolding into presence.
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Suta’s 14th Store Opens in Bandra, Bringing Timeless Drapes to Mumbai
Suta celebrates a new milestone with the launch of its 14th store in Bandra, Mumbai. More than just a retail space, the store is a warm invitation to experience handcrafted sarees, timeless weaves, and the love that defines Suta’s journey.
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The Unruly Waltz of Symbols: A Dance of Motion, Meaning, and Rebellion
A sequence of symbols, a silent choreography—🙆🏃🤸—moves through space and meaning, a dance of rebellion and surrender. Is life a pattern we unknowingly follow, or a rhythm we choose to disrupt? This poem dissects movement, existence, and the unspoken silence between gestures. Where will you stand in the cycle?
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Love, Not in Gazing
Love is not in gazing, not in possession, not in scripted echoes of passion. Love is movement—parallel souls bending toward the horizon, finding, losing, and finding again.
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Fashion as a Force for Change: An Exclusive Interview with Simran Lalwani, Creative Director of Ostilos
Fashion is more than aesthetics—it’s a medium for self-expression, empowerment, and transformation. On International Women’s Day, we spotlight Simran Lalwani, Creative Director of Ostilos, who is redefining luxury with inclusivity and sustainability. In this exclusive interview, she shares her insights on fashion’s role in empowerment, the challenges of being a woman leader in the industry,…
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A World That Has Lost All Colour: (An Odyssey in Greyscale)
A world once painted in fire and song, now drowned in the silence of greyscale forgetting. She tries to taste red, he reaches for blue, I whisper to the void—nothing answers. When colour fades, does the world remain? Or do we fade with it?
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Tides of an Unfinished Eternity
She was a wave before she knew she had a name—rising, folding, collapsing into herself, a quiet violence, a borrowed echo. The sea does not call the waves its children, yet they return, again, again, a thousand whispers dying before they reach the shore…
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Productivity Hacks of a Rebel Mind: A Manifesto #WriteAPageADay #1060
I do not bow to the tyranny of ticking clocks, nor do I measure success in checkboxes. My productivity is a dance—an untamed rhythm where chaos and clarity collide, where time bends to the audacity of my will. I am the hacker of my own existence, dismantling routines and rewriting the rules of life with…
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