Posts by Anwesha Guru

Cobwebs

* Seventeen years ago *   “Don’t go to school if you won’t be having your breakfast,” Ma shouted from the kitchen.   Reluctantly, I shoved another spoonful of cornflakes

The Moth And The Flame

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From Love to Life

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Musings of a Companion

I remember the day when he first set his eyes on me. I was in a dress of the deepest shade of red and the softest texture of velvet. There

Judge Me a Little Slower

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Bubbles

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War of Voices

There are voices in my head, Voices that fight, craving for my attention. Voices that wait for me to be lured into their entangled mess, And then take me either

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Innocence

Forgiveness

My dad carried me out of the room. He held out a balloon to me and asked me to wait outside the room. He went inside, and all I could

The Girl on the Train – Book Review

The Girl on the Train (2015) by Paula Hawkins is a psychological thriller, the plot of which is arresting enough to make you read the book with rapt attention. It