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Very familiar situation, isn't it? Especially when giving up can be so easy? Fight that inner demon, digging deep for strength, which is there all the time!
Very familiar situation, isn’t it? Especially when giving up can be so easy? Fight that inner demon, digging deep for strength, which is there all the time!
We often struggle to fight our inner demons, at times we give in however most of the times its our willpower and strength that pulls us through our encounter with the beast within…
She whispered into my ears, “Shhhhh you can count on me, I can be your intimate and trustworthy friend” I was enamoured by her persona… She was like the Pan piper playing her magic pipe My intoxicated steps get drawn towards her.. I said “But why can’t I see you clearly?” Her shrieking laughter pierced my ears… She said with a deep whizzing voice “Allow me to take charge of you” Her persuasion led me to surrender… Feeling unleashed, she said with her shrill voice “Let’s go for a ride…” And roared in rage as she marched ahead Her face turned scarier than a demon with horns and hooves I felt as if she has spell a cast on me It will be too late if I don’t master her.. Standing firm, I try and gather the power to harness her I knew I can’t feed her anymore, I have to find a way to overpower her… I hurl at her with all my strength and choke her by her neck… At the count of three………She lay vanquished as I commemorate my heroic destiny over my Alter Ego….
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Neena was the sole caregiver of Amma and though one would think that Amma was dependent on her, Neena felt otherwise.
Neena inhaled the aroma that emanated from the pan and took a deep breath. The aroma of cumin interspersed with butter transported her back to the modest kitchen in her native village. She could picture her father standing in the kitchen wearing his white crisp kurta as he made delectable concoctions for his only daughter.
Neena grew up in a home where both her parents worked together in tandem to keep the house up and running. She had a blissful childhood in her modest two-room house. The house was small but every nook and cranny gave her memories of a lifetime. Neena’s young heart imagined that her life would follow the same cheerful course. But how wrong she was!
When she was sixteen, the catastrophic clutches of destiny snatched away her parents. They passed away in a road accident and Neena was devastated. Relatives thronged her now gloomy house and soon it was decided that she should be married off.
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Nivedita was born and raised in a small town in Tamil Nadu. It was for schooling that she first arrived in Chennai. Then known as Madras, she recalls being awed by the city. Her love-story with the city, its people and thus began which continues till date. She credits her perseverance and passion to make a difference to her days as a vocational student among the elite sections of Madras.
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