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Broken pieces of glass.
By Aalam Singh Batth. We hold our relationships through hands made of glass, these hands store all the precious memories made with the other hand of glass. The glass is…
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Manifesting a Painter’s Palette.
By: Aalam Singh Batth Sometimes I sit around thinking what I will write about, it is something that is already in existence without it even realising that it is born.…
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Politics of the Hairy.
By: Aalam Singh Batth. Normally when I gain consciousness, I find myself in the same place where I lost it. So, I was in a complete state of tiredness and…