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and in the next fifty years, you will ache and you will glow. you will fall in love with people who don’t stay and still carry their names like pressed flowers in the folds of your memory. you will eat meals alone and meals with people who make you laugh so hard you forget the sting of silence. there will be mornings you can’t get out of bed and nights where you walk home humming under a sky so wide it forgives you. you’ll cry in public and smile at strangers and sometimes it’ll be the same thing. you’ll hear a song that reminds you of someone you promised you’d never forget and you’ll realize you already have, a little. you’ll outgrow versions of yourself you once thought permanent and mourn them like old friends and still you will keep going. you’ll see sunsets that make your chest tighten. you’ll be held when you least expect it. you’ll feel the cold on your face and remember what it means to be alive. and it won’t always be gentle but it will be yours.
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And I sit by my grief and nurse it like a sick child. The days are grey and the nights long, and the inside of my body aches- with people and places and childhood, an amalgamation of a life lived. There is grief where there is life, there is grief where there is love. It’s a reminder, a keepsake, a fridge magnet. There are boxes in my heart which I open on rainy nights; there are gorges where my grief runs swift, meadows where it’s quiet. It comforts me and chokes me- dichotomy of a life lived, of love. It rains a lot now and I sit by my grief.
-Ritika Jyala, an excerpt from the Flesh I Burned
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i genuinely believe that when you fall in love with learning, everything else begins to realign. confidence stops being this elusive concept and becomes the quiet result of knowing yourself. knowing your mind. knowing your worth. i’ve never met a well-read person with low self esteem.
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could we be bored? lay out on opposite ends of the couch, our legs bare in the sticky July heat, the whir of a box fan blowing kisses from the corner. could we be happy in our doing nothing; find bliss, wonder, in our repose? pick up a song between us and stretch it like a clothesline from the kitchen to the living room. could we be at peace in the quiet, watching the rain come in, finding a dusty puzzle at the back of the bookshelf? could it be enough, to be bodies at ease, knowing there will be days the clouds will gather, but having this, a steady beat, this breath of contentment to come back to?
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THAPPAD (Slap) Directed By Anubhav Sushila Sinha
Thappad is a relationship story of Amrita whose seemingly perfect life is shattered with a slap. But is one slap enough to question what a relationship stands for? Should a slap shake up her trust or is a Thappad “Bas Itni Si Baat” ?
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📷 netflixkr: "Kim Taeri and Hong Kyung bring to life the story of astronaut Nanyeong and musician Jay through their real acting and expressions. The most heartfelt romance in the universe, still shining to the end, even if they never touch.
Animated film Lost in Starlight, releasing May 30. Only on Netflix."
Lost in Starlight, 2025
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