Author: Rudya
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Kailash
Rain clouds float in silentlylike ghosts fighting off deathRaindrops drum the sloped roofsa primitive beatresonantvibrations from a distant land People rush to escape their fatebut no one can run from destinyWhat’s meant to happen, will happenwhat doesn’t happenwas never meantGet drenched and be happy Mountain tops are meant for godseverything else, claimed by manand he…
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At Least We Have Our Memories
Can you remember the young days?The days when we were young? Everyday was exciting, differentEvery trip an expeditionEvery game matteredno matter how silly or made up Every night we were scaredby ghosts lurking in the shadowsbut every morning we rejoicedThe ghosts were all gone Every puddle was an oceanEvery cloud had a faceEvery tree was…
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Noah’s Art
The paintings gave Noah stomach cramps. He stumbled from one to the next, holding his stomach tightly with one hand, spilling wine out of the glass in the other. All the paintings in the entire gallery were, to put it simply, crap. One after the other: crap after shit after garbage after crap. He wanted…
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Leopard Skin Undies
The leopard skin undies hanging from the doorknob swung lightly in the breeze. Who left a window open somewhere, I thought. I almost went over to check before realizing that the undies were more important than the breeze. There’s an old saying, “The undies are always more important than the breeze.” I brought my attention…
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Boredom and Self-Loathing in The Himalayas
Last month, I went on a holiday. I didn’t want to go but I had to go and that was the first problem. The second problem was that I decided, foolishly, to not take my laptop with me. I wanted to try going without too much internet access for a week, or maximum 10 days,…
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The One Where I Get Old
Two suns ago, I, Rudya (by taken name), {Aditya, (which means sun), by given name}, completed 40 revolutions around the sun, since my mother’s son was born on a sunny afternoon. For a couple of moons before this momentous day, I’ve been wondering how I feel about hitting this somewhat scary milestone. And I think…
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Banning Words is Counterproductive
If I could permanently ban a word from general usage, it would be the word “ban”, because then no one else will be able to ban any other word. Ban will be banned so you couldn’t ban any other word. “I want to ban so and so word,” you’d say. “You’re under arrest for using…
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House Sparrows are Terrorists?
I like sparrows. I think they’re cute. We have a ton of birds around our house and we feed them daily and the tiny sparrows are the most courageous of all. When even the bigger birds are perching at a cautious distance, these little guys don’t hesitate to get close, and as a result get…
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Visual Content will Destroy Humanity!
How many videos do you watch in a day? How many hours of movies, shows, YouTube, TikTok, Instagram reels? How many ads? The answer may surprise you! Recently, I decided to conduct an experiment and stop watching all videos for a day. And boy, was that a long day! I didn’t know how to survive…
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Dostoevsky Hangover
Kareena Katroveena scrubbed the floor with all her life-force, the boar bristle brush making swooshing sounds against the wooden boards of the floor, but for the life of her, she couldn’t get rid of the blood stains. It was just one major blood stain really, in the shape of the map of Mother Russia, with…
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Rudya Aditya 