Before the first letter ✉️
If someone's reading this, before writing the first letter, I'd like to ask you something.
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Letters_withoutnames
Somewhere between thoughts and ink, there are letters without names ✍️ .
Uljhan
A page from my daily journal ☺️
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The First Blank Page
A reminder that before we became words, we were silence.
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“Khatam Kahaani”
Katha chali aayi badi puraani, Ek tha Raaja, ek thi Raani.
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“ Being Human ”.
Not Literary Fiction. Not Self-help. Not Psychology. Not Philosophy. Something between all of them. I'd call it Reflective Literary Nonfiction
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Before we call it love
"If attraction is the beginning, what makes it become love?" Before we call it love, perhaps we should ask what we're calling love. Is it the excitement that keeps us awake at night? The comfort of being understood? The ache of missing someone? The choice to stay? Or have we become so quick to name our feelings that we've forgotten to understand them first?
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The complications of relations
Relationships are way too complicated than just a Hi or ar a hug for me.
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An identity in ink.
✍🏻 Author’s Note This story is a fictional reflection inspired by the lived experiences of many in the transgender community. It explores themes of identity, rejection, and the struggle to be seen and accepted in a world that often misunderstands difference. At its core, it is also about resilience, self-discovery, and finding belonging beyond society’s expectations. I hope it encourages readers to look with more understanding and empathy toward every identity. — Tanya
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The things I never asked for
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Asking myself, why?
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Aawaz - a silent plea.
Masculinity! The word I have listened to all my life. Par ye hai kya ?
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