Unwelcome in your own home

For me, home has never been a place. It has been a feeling, a thought. More often than not, it structures itself into a mould of brick and mortar, and a house becomes a home.  *** Anyone that has ever been close to me knows that my relationship with my parents has been transactional at […]

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This post is not a serious one. It’s a proper musing, not a rant (to be honest, I chose “musings” in the title because of the alliteration it has with mohantee). I hope I have more of these in the near future. I have a bunch of friends who can make art. I can’t make […]

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