Pallabi Banerjee

Coder by profession. Writer by passion. Cooking is my stress buster.

Heart

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Viewer RatingNow my ladder is gone,So I must lie down where all the ladders start,In the foul rags,In the bone shop that is my heart.It will surely get better, I reassure my self,As I sit by the tracks, picking up the shards,Of the broken mirror, that was once my heart. The sun shines,but the flowers … Read more

Distant Dreams

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Viewer RatingFalling leaves but frozen lakesYou are a distant memory burning in my cozy fireplace tonightAs Ed and Emma played around me and Jack. I go back to our UPenn days, Tasting yogurt samples for lunch, poetry in the woods and Pink Floyd That 4th Rosewood tree where we made promises for Forevers. I want … Read more

Nostalgia

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Viewer RatingGrey skies surrounding me, Fleeting dreams of you. Walking down New York City, Holding your hand while it drizzled a bit, Cold it was with that messy hair of yours, Your tired skin with your everly eyes, Intoxicated we, running down Manhattan with wind freezing our hearts. People lost in translation, words failed to … Read more

Pseudo Feminism

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Viewer RatingHi Friends, Going further and elaborating on my previous article on feminism, I am now going to discuss about how the notion of feminism has been corrupted now a days and how money is being minted in the name of feminism by certain shrewd individuals who play upon certain pre conceived notions and set … Read more

Feminism: My thoughts

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Viewer RatingAm I a feminist? This is something I am perpetually questioning myself about. I will give some context to my train of thoughts and then you will know what I am getting at. I am not of the opinion that I need special rights. Growing up, I have always been a fiercely independent person. … Read more

I Wish

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Viewer RatingI wish I had done things at 15, All that I wish I was nostalgic about. Those sunday afternoons, I wish I could have gone out in the sweltering heat, I wish I would have braved the heavy downpour, I wish I could have splashed in the puddles, I wish I could have gotten … Read more

Why I turned to writing

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Viewer RatingNo, its no sob story. I did not turn to writing because I was depressed or I had lost someone close to me. I started writing from the tender age of seven when I was too young to even spell depression, let alone know what it is or experience it. I grew up a … Read more

Solo Trip

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Viewer RatingThis snippet is basically my views on why solo trips are necessary and why I chose to do it so early on in my life. So the first question is what is a solo trip. Put simply it’s travelling solo be it near or far. It may be a simple weekend getaway where you … Read more

Rains

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Viewer RatingI sit in my balcony, A coffee in one hand and a lit cigarette in another, the rains pouring down. I sit alone pondering about the futility of it all. People run about trying to avoid getting drenched, you will all get wet anyway. Life does that to you. Poignant moments, fleeting thoughts. Am … Read more